Ma, Happy Mother's Day!

The first poem that I made in my life was when I was in grade four. Originally it had twenty lines but was reduced to eight after revision. It was also the first time that a written piece of mine was published in the school pub. The poem was about my mom. Though by now, I could only recall some of its lines, the sentiment lingers on. Here it is:

Beauty is in a mother

Especially with a baby in her arms

Arms that have tender loving touch

So gentle and so warm

Her Gray Hair, wrinkled skin

Bent posture, aching back

These and all is what makes

My mom so beautiful. 

When I was little, you covered me with blankets from cold night air. When I was a kid you were there to protect me from bullies. In high school, you worked night and day to provide for me and tried your hardest in keeping us in school when Papa was seeking work. Even though you and Papa kept on fighting when I was a kid, you didn’t give up and left us. And just because you do not hug or kiss, or tell us you love us, doesn’t mean you didn’t care. I know that sometimes, you’re hiding your feelings from us because you don’t want us to be bothered. But I know, you love us, more than yourself. You always forgive, understands what I couldn’t say, unselfish…I know you can't bear me sometimes, but after eighteen years, you stay close by presently watching Eat Bulaga while I am discreetly typing here.

Someday, I want to be you.

Happy Mother's Day.