Jackfruit Soup

Jackfruit Soup

Covered my head
under thick cotton blanket;
as the morning chilled
with wheezy breath of hills.
Pretended sleeping
while Mom started her chanting.

Mom,
Your daughter is a lazy bone;
Who thrown her dreams
all upon an imagination,
And enjoying life
with uncertainty of "all in".

I'm just wondering
what if you know that
I'm still chasing
the life of an amateur poet . . .
Will you scold me as before?

Sometimes,
I remember your donation of
pop corn and banana
to wish my luck to be best.
Although you never interested
of my counter arguments,
I fully possess
the feeling of being loved.

Mom,
I do miss a mug
of black coffee
that vaporizing with
sour smell of lemon . . .

What if Mom,
What if I won't get any chance
to tease and disturb you
when you are making
my fave soup of jackfruit?


BS