MOM
by: Xien Xien
She walks in beauty,
Like the night.
A cloudless sky,
But things are not right.
And all the best,
Of dark and bright.
She smiles with tears,
That blurs her sight.
Her eyes,
Wrinkled in pain.
Her hand so old,
That crumpled in vain.
But her beauty,
Is an epitome.
And her lovely eyes,
Tell so much from her story.
She was lovely,
