To the woman I’ve never met,
but the woman who loves me.
Forced to let me travel to a foreign country;
I am still yet to shiver my way
through the never-ending river.
So to contemplate:
must I choose between the mother who loves me from afar,
and the mother who has come to love me now?
Soon I may change my name.
If I discover the surname meant for me and make it mine,
shall I feel part of the family?
Is this to imply that I prefer her bubble over the sea,
that was once my world?
Is my continuous discovery something to regret?
Of the current,
My name reflects both.
A dilemma only I can solve
But not in the form of a simple equation or formula.
All I have for you, dear mama is,
We are like parallel lines.
We will not meet anytime soon.
The dot that connects us is invisible
But real in my heart.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
To the woman I’ve never met,
but the woman who loves me.
Forced to let me travel to a foreign country;
I am still yet to shiver my way
through the never-ending river.
So to contemplate:
must I choose between the mother who loves me from afar,
and the mother who has come to love me now?
Soon I may change my name.
If I discover the surname meant for me and make it mine,
shall I feel part of the family?
Is this to imply that I prefer her bubble over the sea,
that was once my world?
Is my continuous discovery something to regret?
Of the current,
My name reflects both.
A dilemma only I can solve
But not in the form of a simple equation or formula.
All I have for you, dear mama is,
We are like parallel lines.
We will not meet anytime soon.
The dot that connects us is invisible
But real in my heart.