I dreamed of you when I was a child; thinking you were so much older than you probably are.
Years of wisdom creased your crinkled eyes in my dreams. I felt the strength that you gave me, just by your spirit passing your courage into mine. I felt invincible, I was a survivor because you are a survivor. I am still a survivor because you let me go, thank you. Thank you for letting me thrive and to be free. As much as I would like to be with you or even hear your voice, I know I cannot. Not in this life. Perhaps in the afterlife, when our souls are free from all suffering, may we reunite once again, oh Birthmother. Yoon Young-hee. My birthmother.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
I dreamed of you when I was a child; thinking you were so much older than you probably are.
Years of wisdom creased your crinkled eyes in my dreams. I felt the strength that you gave me, just by your spirit passing your courage into mine. I felt invincible, I was a survivor because you are a survivor. I am still a survivor because you let me go, thank you. Thank you for letting me thrive and to be free. As much as I would like to be with you or even hear your voice, I know I cannot. Not in this life. Perhaps in the afterlife, when our souls are free from all suffering, may we reunite once again, oh Birthmother. Yoon Young-hee. My birthmother.
