The Woman...

The sitting woman 
on the old brown bench
with a plain smile
a cold sight

But why did she look so pale
in an innocence
a peace...

"Come here, Dear......", she said
I came closer
But something hold me
I stepped back
She cried

It was a dream of a woman
The woman I love
My mother...
who passed away 4 years ago..............


(Hamamah, 08072012)