it was so long ago

It is so long ago

I’m not much for kissing and hugging
I got that from my mother
a child of the slum
She slept with open eyes and knew
everything
My mother, when not working
in a fish factory
spent her evenings reading books
A sharp mind doesn’t do much for relationships
she was disliked by many
who took revenge by not going
to her funeral.
When she smiled, she looked like an angel.