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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