To Be Put Into Words


She has always admired you
You, who never left her side—
or attempted to
Until Now came

Sunset's soft-warm glow filtered
Through and through thick glass

Casting you an orange halo

A halo.

She grinned at the thought
Secretly, lovingly

Like it was what it was

She has always admired you
You, you know?

She has always admired you

And how you…
Tuck her in bed at night
Read to her until she sleeps

Finally.

And sing her songs, songs,

Sweet ones.

Though she made you cry that day
Though she told you she didn't need it
Though she told you she hated it all

But you simply batted her stubby fingers away that day
You simply smiled that gentle smile of yours

You simply… went on.

And since then…

No.

Even before that

She felt safe
Safer than with anyone—everyone—
who promised

She has always admired you
You, you know?

And the memory of You.

Oh. Wait

No. Just, barely.

Since it was no memory

No, not at all.

It is the plain knowledge of having
You, who never ever left her side—
or attempted to
or wanted to

Until Now came

She has always admired you
And
Somehow, she envied you

And as she held you there

Basking,
In Sunset's soft-warm glow

She wondered:
Can you hear it now?


A/N: This, together with My Magic Mirror, are two poems I made for a school project.:D Can you guess this one's theme?:D

And yes, this one's dedicated to all the amazing mothers in the whole wide universe who never ceased to inspire us, give us a giant hug, listen to all our whining about how our second grade teacher never gave us a 'Very Good!' stamp even if we did our best on an art activity which involved gigantic amounts of clay, cook the best homemade meals ever, kiss us good night and tuck us in bed and look at us like we're the most beautiful people on earth.

I love you, Ma.:)