My youth an unripe plum. Your teeth have left
their marks on it. The tooth marks still vibrate. I remember always
remember always. Since I learned how to love you, the door of my
soul has been left wide open to the winds of the four directions.
Reality calls for a change. The fruit of awareness is already ripe,
and the door can never be closed again.
This Buddhist poem is so true to are short time
together. No one understood our love because of your temper but you
taught me how to love without conditions how to see the anger was
pain in need of love. You were my baby girl . I'll always remember
you for showing me this tough love. I 'm keeping a light on in your
memory. Hoping you see it, and when you come back hope that the love
I gave you helps you overcome your pain for the future. Like mine
has been. I LOVE YOU BABY GIRL mamma
