Rough hands are gentle
The left cheek is wrapped in green wrinkles
The black eyeballs gaze far away
Mother, your son is here
Wanting to dress you in clean new clothes
The son still feels shabby
Mother, do your eyes follow me?
Just over twenty-two years ago
Beside the soiled sewing bowl, the son was not there
Since then, your eyes have developed the habit of just watching
Though your hair has turned white
Compared to when you were eighteen
You remain clumsy at kitchen work
But the habit of watching has become familiar
Even in your dreams, you just watch like that
Mother?
The anxious expression in your eyes
When will it ever fade away?
- Yoo Jin-oh,
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