The woman I love

She was independent and beautiful
In her right cheek, she has a mole
I can’t ever forget all her features
Even those can’t be seen in her pictures.

I talked a lot, while she just listened
I get tired but she doesn’t
She wasn’t perfect
Yet she was the best

One time, I had a dream
I was dead, and I’m with her
However, she doesn't want me there
I woke up and realize it was a nightmare.

Honestly, I would rather be dead
than staying alive without her
But it isn’t my time,
I have to wait for mine.

She already passed away
But she’ll be forever in my memory
I forgot to tell you, who is she
She’s my mother, anyway.

07/19/17