If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
If men were innate heart-breakers, I would just take them in stride.
If mom were one of those heaven-shareholders, it would then be our forever sense of pride.
If I were the dragon of the century, I would fly over your hobbit hut and ask you for a dance!
written by Maria Mak
a poem for my Mom.
Drawing by Maria Mak
Traveling on the tearless highway to the dead end cul-de-sac…fearless…
Wading on the fishless pond to the bounty bouncy ocean…fearless…
Dreaming on the no man’s land to the cave of the dinosaur…fearless…
Counting each other’s gray hair strand till we are toothless??
I must be out of my mind, fear of no more hair or fear of no more tears!!
written by Maria Mak
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