To Mum, with Love.

You are the one who brightens all the dark damp traces,

You are the stick that burns to ashes,

Just to enlighten the tender bud of the lamp,

Leading me with a mere finger, while giving away your heart to clamp,

Every ounce of your life, you fed me for my gain,

You cradled me within, bearing me with all the pain ,

Every little cry you could hear, every single time,

My smile, my laughter, would twinkle upon you like a chime,

You let me ride the wheels on my own one day,

You let me splash my own colors, with the clouds drizzling gray,

You let me fall once, even if it broke your heart,

For my lessons, were far more dearer to you, than your own heart,

You have walked with me to where I stand today,

Across every curve of fear and dismay,

You have held me and taken away all my fears

You have sent me ahead, hiding all you tears,

They say giving birth is a miracle,

But when I look at you, I look at God’s own miracle, who brushes past every debacle.

I look at you at times when you are asleep,

And I still feel the same love, the same care, past your silence steep,

How much more, than I say, you mean to me,

How much more I could love you, I just cannot see,

So much more I love you every passing day,

So much more I could speak, but you already know it all, as it’s in your heart that I stay.