Poem #11

Sometimes,
I close my eyes,
And an image of my mother appears from the darkness,
I want to hug her but she's too far away,
She's standing there,
With tears in her eyes,
She smiles her best smile,
To me her only daughter,
A smile that will surely comfort me,
And here I am,
Incapable of doing anything,
To comfort her,
My mother.

Sometimes,
I close my eyes,
And an image of my father appears from a pitch black darkness,
I reach my hands but he's too far away,
I want to touch him and strike his back,
And tell him I love him,
Because he is my father,
The best father to me,
His daughter,
The one he put on his shoulder,
And spun me around,
The one he bought white dresses on every birthday,
And here I am,
Incapable of thanking him enough,
For all the love he has given to me for all this while.