My Mommy's Culture

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
~ A verse on Memory

Something that reminds me to my mom. How I miss her... This is what I call "Mom's Culture", just something about my mom; It's her thing...

If one time I have a daughter on my own (or maybe also if I have a son), I'll definitely introduce Cats to her (or him). This is what I'm gonna say "It's your granny's thing."