How I wish I could move you
On the floor of my mouth
To articulate the thoughts
That arise in me.

To utter the words
That a mother
Yearns to hear
From her beloved daughter.

To sing a melody
For my father
Who earnestly wishes
To hear the golden voice
Of his very own.

I always love to listen
To the endless queries
Of my little brother
I know
I answered them so well
But he seemed
Not to understand.

No one will ever know
The deepest longings of my heart
And the hurts
I usually encountered
The joys and happiness
I experienced in life.

The memories I gathered
I want to convey
And share them with you
But they always
Stay with me
Only for me.

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