Her – For Mum

Perhaps it was
The calm in the air
When she walks into the room
Or the assurance
In every breath
when she holds me tight.
Perhaps it was
Merely, wholly,
Her

Perhaps it was
The strength in calamity
When she speaks words
Of quiet courage
Or the feeling
Of standing
Ten
Feet
Tall
when she holds my hand.
Perhaps it was
Merely, wholly,
Her

Perhaps it was
The courage to persevere
As she becomes my strength
To brave rough seas
and rocky shores
Or the cure of solitariness
When her warmth envelops me.
Perhaps it was
Merely, wholly, wonderfully
Her
LE VIAN TAN

Samawiyah is majoring in English with Creative Writing at the University of Nottingham Malaysia Campus, and is either sleeping right now or trying hard not to. She firmly believes that your path is your own and you ought to travel it in whatever manner you please.

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