i wanted to write something nice for you, but I think I’ve lose my ability to write poetry these days. Many things have happened to me, Mom. Many things.
People said that if you need to be calm down, come to your mommy and you’ll feel safe.
I wanted to tell you stories, about my happiness, my sadness, my dreams, my broken heart, my obsession, my twisted mind, my bizarre points of views. I wanted to tell you everything about my life. everything.
People said that your mommy will appreciate your story, even if your story isn’t worth to hear after all.
I wanted to show you how much I love you, how much your love means to me, how much my fear for losing you, how much I need your support, or just how much I miss you.
People said that you need to acknowledge your parents how much you love them before it’s too late to tell them.
Do you remember how I appreciate your cooking, How I love weekend when you made something for us just to make us wanted to be at home all the time?
Do you remember how excited we were when we watched daddy played Tennis, how we yell, dance and eat after that?
Do you remember how worried we are when we hear that my sister fall from the stair?
Do you remember how i sneaked to your bed late at night when i couldn’t sleep because of the stomachache and you need to rub my back all night just to calm me?
I do remember those, Mom. I will always remember those memories for those are the only things I could done when I really want to hug you.
I Miss You and I love You.
Happy birthday, Mom. even you’ve stopped aging since 2003.
Happy birthday, Ma.