A FROZEN SMOKE

I look at the mirror umpteenth time all what I see is the picture of mum, the reflection of victory has vanquish into the cold smoke.
The mirror is freezing, mum is cold, for me to have a better life, mum love walking in the rain so no one can see her tears, so I see mum in the mirror instead of a reflection of myself, mum travelled with the woods flame, she journey through the air but the wind was taking mum to the north region, but love change mum direction from the hotness of the north dessert and send mum to south, South is cold and mum was a frozen smoke in the air, I saw the smoke, I could feel the smoke, it was so cold. Mum was never afraid to take the risk for me to live, even when it will cost her much, even when it will cost her her life. Still ! she miss me and wind off herself through the smoke, the pending power of love in the air change mum direction from North to south, so mum was cold in air, mum was preserved in air, she moves in parallel like an evaporating water, the heat of the air was unable to suffocate mum, she came through the mirror, all I see was mum staring at me through the mirror, a reflection of myself was all about mum, my soul despair for mum to show up..which she finally did to my unbelievable thought,  Mum !  You are a frozen smoke !!