The Daughter....

THE DAUGHTER....POEM NUMBER 1114 The feeling of a daughter one with full lament and one with full complement, and constantly that nurturing feeling emotional and loving caring helping as her greatest gratitude constantly in solitude, she is constantly thinking that her dear mother on the other side of the earth, called paradise, she is in heaven, has her daily needs, her husband, daughter's beloved father, also helps her her Mom from the strong mother, emotional and physical and rational too, till a mother full of woe, these words are for my beloved mother, always with love and peace, rest in peace, dear Mother, rest in peace.... from Sylvie who loves you very very much! something to celebrate? something to update? something of gold? something from very old? you have celebrated my birthday each year abundantly! I still remember, that tropical disease I got, since I was very naughty, I was with the nanny outside the house, I ask the nanny that sweetest ice, my dear nanny was always nice, and she bought that for me, but I got sick, a tropicaI disease, the doctor told my mum, from this disease I could die, and I almost died, but my beloved mum prayed each day, ev'ry morn and night I heard her crying and sobbing Ev'ry morn, noon, and night A toddler's impressions that never left her heart she only knows that she loves her mum very very much until the end of time.... ©Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved Tuesday 12 May 2020 Dutch Noon