I see so much of myself in my mother’s eyes.
Sometimes I see her happiest moments, when she nods and acknowledge me.
My mother’s eyes, the window and lens of my world as a child.
Sometimes I see her sad moments, when she shakes her head and tells me, “Why don’t you listen and do as being told?”
My mother’s eyes, if looks could kill.
No matter where I am, I am home in my mother’s eyes.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
~~Dedicated to all the wonderful immigrant mothers out there in this world. A person that gave unconditional love, made sacrifices for her children to have a better life and deprived of self-love. You are out there, but not alone. Honor should be yours.
