mama
she sat herself at the side of the porch..
staring at the flower that blooms out of her mother’s favourite pot..
how pretty an ugly bald seed grow into, she wonders
her fringe is cut into bangs and her hair is as black as night
she is in her favourite gold embroidery pink cheongsam her grandfather sew
her cheeks as fair as white tulips and lips like as small and red as melon seed..
her eyes are ever so bright, papa thinks she’ll be a smart woman when she grows up..
she clungs to her favourite doll that is made out of cloth rags ever so dear..
tho mama is gone, she was sure that mama is always there like the stars that accompanied her at night..
her little finger delicately touched the petal and silently she sobs
her little heart must be missing mama..
hush little girl, hush, hush…
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edited version by chin
She sat herself at the porch side.
staring at the flower blooming from her mother’s favourite pot
How pretty, how ugly the bald seed grows, she wonders
her fringe cut into bangs, her hair dark as night
In her favourite embroidery gold cheong sam her grand father sewed
her cheeks fair as white tulips, lips, small and red like melon seeds
her eyes ever so bright, papa knows she’ll be smart when she grows up..
clinging to her favourite doll of cloth rags ever so dear
mama’s gone… but she was sure mama’s there as sure as the stars that accompanied her at night…
her little heart must be missing mama..
hush little girl….hush….hush…
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