Theheli Thonger
They bled, to water my dreams
Their frail eyes says it all.
Acquired wrinkles, it seems
So I could never fall
I see it in my dad's eyes
That little boy who grew too soon
A grief that silently cries
Of dreams he had to leave too soon.
I see it in my mom's hands and body;
Marks and scars that carried me.
If there exist a face of remedy,
That would be the face of mommy.
If only I could give them a fraction,
That would be my greatest satisfaction .
