Today is MarMar's Birthday. This poem was written from my memory for my hard working MarMar. I saw her working through the night in the darkroom when she was running her own photo shop. She was developing films and photos at past midnight although she was tired and sleepy. She was running a very successful photo shop in the 70s. This is a tribute poem to my beloved MarMar. May MarMar live her life to the fullest, happy, and healthy. Happy Birthday.
Love In The Darkroom
Love in the darkroom,
Shine like a full moon.
Luminous in the night,
Guiding-light for our future lives.
Her Love in the darkroom,
Never dim nor fickle,
Give us her tenderness and warmth,
Nurtured and cared three of us.
This love is the love of my Mom.
Developing films and photos in the darkroom,
Working from dusk to dawn.
Inspire three of us to study hard.
Now, in her early sixties,
With Papa, their nest is empty,
After three of us got wings to fly and fly high.
But, never forget her love, and our loves are always one.
Love in the darkroom,
Shine like a full moon.
Luminous in the night,
Guiding-light for our future lives.
Her Love in the darkroom,
Never dim nor fickle,
Give us her tenderness and warmth,
Nurtured and cared three of us.
This love is the love of my Mom.
Developing films and photos in the darkroom,
Working from dusk to dawn.
Inspire three of us to study hard.
Now, in her early sixties,
With Papa, their nest is empty,
After three of us got wings to fly and fly high.
But, never forget her love, and our loves are always one.
BaKoGi
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