Poem – I imagine my mother’s dream

Green is the jade that her tree grows

It won’t shine, not for show

Shadow of this heave stone

A warm-up pose shall well uphold

Lapping ridges float

Shrunken lawns flow

She has a vision of a gentle coast

Hatching a vapor with a distant gloom

Hand, she let the wind blow

Soul, through the tides she dove

She goes,

Sailing rains pave her road