My Mother

My clock's been swung to zero

There is no zero on other clocks,

I don't know where my Mom lives,

Previous night my skin felt soft

As she kissed with her wet lips

My mother wishes to listen to me upbeat,

She replies her recent minor emergencies

About her well-being, about how she played

With my siblings and sisters

In any case, she needs me to return to life

I wonder why only humans need to

Figure out how to move with reason?

Is that why we nag rationale?

It's been simple not to go there,

I know I should meet her but

I don’t have my mother's address

My past burdens stop me

To meet her in her promised land