my eyes drowsy;
eyelids closed;
how can I shut my mind?
among the shattered frame of glass;
I gathered pieces one by one;
as I stared at empty floors;
I heard her pulse is slowing down;
I stretched my back;

aching for sitting too long;
the painful news, she has stopped breathing;
I grasped with my bare hands;
with non-stop bleeding;
it sliced my inner being;
I noticed the glare is back;

with familiar reflections;
but the cracked is real.

JANUARY 5 2012
The day our mother died.
Mourning for you.