2016年母亲节 (2016/05/09)

Sometimes,
The clouds cover the sun
Sometimes
The sun isn't there
Sometimes, we run from the light

The light feeds us
But it blinds us too
Our hands sprout
Our eyes open
Our minds blossom and branches break free

Shadows chase us
We wither
We twist
We fall from the new thorns
Mistakes fill our ragged roots

Wind picks us up
The colors fade
Lifted by worn hands
Spiraling away
Pulled apart, forced together, endlessly dancing

Straining fingers
Finally touch
We keep spinning
Never to land
Past the darkness, past the pain, into the light.
每年我都盼她写的诗歌。
今年的卡片，好大，她用剩下的做poster的纸张做的：


好多妈妈都晒早餐，鲜花。超市一片粉色的花朵和气球。有了聪的陪伴，一同行走，我心满意足。