She smiles through me, <br />but I fail to see, <br />her hand over my head, <br />has always been, <br />Her thoughts are like <br />a feather <br />She's my mother. <br />Can't hold her by my thoughts, <br />Can't tie her by my soul, <br />Time will be a healer, <br />Time will only console. <br />Her thoughts are <br />like a feather <br />She's my mother. <br />Memories of her shall <br />always stay with me. <br />Through my eyes, <br />Someday my daughter shall see. <br />Her thoughts are <br />like a feather, She's my mother.<br /><br />vimal ramchandra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-smiles-through-me/
