I wish there was a park in heaven,
Where i can go and meet my mother
with God’s permission.
I will talk to her about my daily struggles.
She will hug me and tell all the right directions.
I won’t ask her to come back with me.
I now know how this cruel world could be on her.
As I'm going through the same,
she will also see in my eyes.
"I'm strong", she will say it to me,
as a last goodbye.
I hope her fragrance will be the same ,
the one I still feel in my sense.
A treasured memory , and eternal flame.
(dedicated to all the mothers in heaven)