Mother and Dove

Mother and Dove

 

The dove which mother embroidered as a schoolgirl

Pecking for food by my side ever since

I was old enough to observe my surroundings.

Even when the War destroyed everything,

The dove survived

And pecked for peace in my childhood days.

The dove is given to the expatriate son.

The dove flew over the Pacific,

Pecking mother’s love in this coastal city

Enclosed by the Atlantic.

Mother is over 70 years old.

Although the son cannot hide his gray hair,

The dove is still flying in a very peaceful past

Of the mother and the son.

Leaving mother’s hands

Flying in her warmth

To my side,

The dove is praying for the son’s peace.

Mother, my mother.

Dove, my dove.