Dawdling over lunch break, thinking of my family, I came up with this draft of a poem dedicated to my wife, my mom, mom-in-law and those who served as my mother outside my real home or country. And this also goes to all the mothers in the world....
Mother's Day
. . . is the day when they planned to raise a family
. . . is the day when we were conceived
. . . is the day when we first gasped for air and see the light
. . . is the day when we were nurtured by their milk, their loving hands
. . . is the day when they sang to lull us to sleep
. . . is the day when we first smiled, giggled or uttered the word 'mama' or 'nana'
. . . is the day when we walked on our own
. . . is the day when they prepared for our schooling and plan for our bright future
. . . is the day when we were trained to do household chores
. . . is the day of our best achievements
. . . and is also the day of our failures
. . . is the day when we have to leave our own mother to become independent
. . . is the day when we planned to raise our own family
. . . is the day when it is our turn to nurture, to give and provide for children
Because our mothers will always be there for us. Through good and bad times, best or worse days of our lives.
Ahhhhh.
Mother's day!
. . . is not just a day in a year.
It is everyday of our life.
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