My Mom's Hair
When Mom was a young lady,
Her hair was jade black, soft and slippery,
Like a stream of creek, so smooth,
Flowing through those young followers’ hearts.
When Mom was married to dad,
Her hair was so fragrant, beautiful and charming,
Like a breeze in the spring, so tender,
Comforting my once frustrated daddy.
After we were born later on,
Mom’s hair looked so elegant, loving and caring,
Like the sunshine in the cold winter, so warm,
Guarding the kids from any possible harm.
After we have grown up years after,
Mom’s hair always remains in our mind,
Under the sky in the early autumn faraway,
Having a golden field in misty whiteness.