being my maiden, this piece is dedicated to my mum for her invaluable impact on my life. |
dear mum, i recall with vivid nostalgia all the memories, when i ran all the way from school and as sure as my memory, you were always waiting there, ready with an enveloping embrace. then followed the motherly scolds, of how messy i looked i wondered whether you slapped me, or merely patted my face. you taught me, mum, beauty and compassion you taught me appreciation for the little things in life. i regret the truant periods in my life, then when i thought i was better off alone. but you never gave up on me, you cried and smiled all at the same time on my immature mischief's. i miss those days.i do mum.just know that i really do i cherished them as i do the smell of earth on a light drizzle well, you may never understand, or ever see with crystalness as i wish even with your unheralded intuition. i may never know, or even find the right words, or ever equate your your tenderness. and this be my prayer mum: that the rains never wash away our times, that the winds never blow away your footprints from my life, and that my tears, for i know i will cry, never mop away your kisses from my face. |