the memory still appears vividly
the moment that my mom preparing her death

she remained composed
the first time i ever watched preliminary funeral

mom was wearing hempen clothes
that we put on for someone who died

thied her both arms and crossed on her chest
lay her down calmly and trimly

i couldn't remember where it was
it could be in front of the gateway

i couldn't understand why she did
the seen that mom preparing herself

she had a presentiment of her death
i guess that's why she was wearing those clothes

i was crying and dropping tears
tried to stop her but never listened

without any of her facial expression
i was crying and waken up by the sounds of my sobering

it was dream and i dreamed it
the tears were running down onto my face

gosh... it was dream and i dreamed it at night
i cannot forget the moment of vivid dream