Dried Roses and Where

Ing’s Poems, Dried Roses and Where, for her mother:

 

Dried Roses

 

When roses have fallen

I picked them up

The fragrance remains but faint

As from far away

 

Beautiful fragrance invigorates me

When still fresh and vibrant

 

Now you are dried and

Withering away

 

But your faded smell is deep in my soul

You are gone but you are in my mind

 

I miss you my beautiful roses

Your fragrance is imprinted in my brain

 

Just as my mother is with me

Even though her flesh is gone

 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Thursday, April 4, 2013

 

Where

I am longing for somewhere

 

I will never get there

 

There is where you are

But you are not there

 

There is the only place

Where you are

 

But if you are no longer there

Where should I go to meet you again?

 

Mother, where are you?

I cannot find you

Even if I go there

 

The place is empty without you

 

I am longing for somewhere

 But I will never get there

 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Thursday, April 4, 2013

Thursday, April 4, 2013 is the second year since my mother passed away. 

Mother I miss you.  Where are you?  Please come back if you can. 

                                                                     There is where I hope to be.

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