mama

No painter's brush, nor poet's pen
In justice to her fame
Has ever reached half high enough
To write a mother's name.
--Author Unknown

in her arms, i can sleep soundly. in her presence, i feel safe. her touch is heaven and her smile brings me home. when i'm embraced by mama, what could go wrong?

to her, it wouldn't matter if the world thinks i'm right or wrong. i can be an angel or i could be a monster. i can be nobody or i could be somebody. i can be with the world or i could be against the world. no matter what, she wouldn't deny me. even if everyone else would spite and smite me, she would still claim me as her own and wouldn't hesitate to hold me close to her bosom. in mama's eyes, i would always be beautiful.

i won't feel forgotten, i won't feel unloved, i won't feel unworthy... for i have mama.

she relentlessly understands. she always forgives. she protects me from harm. for all the risks she takes and for all her sacrifices, she makes a lot of difference in the world -- in my corner in the world, most especially. i have her to thank for my roots and my wings. mama is the number one heroine in my life.


we, four, are her kids. for bringing us into this world, for devoting most of her life for our well-being, and for loving us like no one else can, we can't thank her enough...

...and, since there's just no excuse for hurting a loving mother, we can't be sorry enough for all the hurts we have caused her.

i belong to the league of good daughters and i am no black sheep despite my shortcomings but, for mama, i still would want to become a better daughter and a better person. that way, i can carry her torch for the world to see.