oil on canvas
9 x 12″
412201
My mother, strict and overprotective,
Controlled my every move with a vigilant eye,
Now that I’m grown and on my own,
I understand all the times you stood by,
For you saw the foolishness in me,
Though others called me smart and bright.
Your love was not loud or flashy,
But deep and steady.
You sacrificed and saved for us,
With every penny, every touch.
I never doubted your devotion,
Even when your scolded me with emotion.
When I heard everything but I cannot tell
When I again suffering insecure and nervous from stranger,
Or dizzy and face paralyzed from the humiliation message,
I miss you, Mother, in this far away land…
But I find comfort in the morning sun,
knowing that we share its warmth,
silent yet ever-present, just like true love.
Don’t worry and don’t say that again,
My job here is not include being a mother,
But Mother, you and every other mother
Is the best in the world~ (March,2023)
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