Sunday, November 14, 2010

Tribute To My Beloved Mom

Toiling the soil with moonlight as pathway guide,
called it a day when darkness wrap up the night,
just for the sake of nine children futurity ray of light,
teaching us humility, what is wrong, what is right.

Mom work is priceless, with long hours and hardly any rest,
struggling to ensure all the children have food on their plate,
plain congee is sufficient for us to call it a wonderful day,
Mom, all your sacrifices that we won't be able to pay.

Mom, we know, it's a very tough row for you to hoe,
Father know best, but Mom knows better,
an ounce of Mom is worth a pound of clergy,
forever a shining virtue in the eyes of your posterity.

Mom, both of us share mountains of sorrows since I lost my bachelor degree,
a shoulder for me to lean on, when desolation befallen upon me,
i don't blame anyone for my disconsolate, it's all written in my destiny,
living on borrowed times, tomorrow comes or not, is not for me to foresee.

Mom, invariably with teary eyes, you plead me to set you free,
a liability and a very heavy load on my shoulder for me to carry,
umpteen years, Island's was like a second home to you and me,
agonizing dialysis, aggravated with a churlish hummingbird rumbling daily.

Mom, pardon your unfilial son for not hone in on, to your plea to set you free,
in my dictionary, no parents are a liability nor burdensome to their children,
to care for our parents when you need us the most, is a children solemn duty,
the cushdy seeds that you sow, are your children life's greatest blessing harmony.

Mom, as you crooning to me, how could i know you'd go one evening,
with teardrops fall freely, caress my hand tightly, told me not to grief dearly ,
for you know, the sorrowful conundrum that I've to endure in this life eternally,
you are craving to see your very flesh and blood for the last time in a hurry.

This onerous pathway through life, feels unbearable at times,
for i don't have the strength, for this slippery slope i climb,
you're my dearest angel, whenever my life is in a shambles,
a place for me to find solace in, whether i lost, whether i win.

Mom, now you are free to go, rest assured you will always on our mind,
without you and dad, we won't be able to have this kind of loving life,
a noble motherly loves, that we will forever cherish throughout our life,
Rest In Peace Mom ..............................................................

A dedication to my late beloved mom sixth anniversary.

2 comments:

  1. I still remember grandma very well...
    everything she done... how she treat me so well...
    really hope that she's here with us now...
    Grandma, hope you live happily at heaven...

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  2. me 2 ^^
    when grandma past away , me still 6 years old only ....
    grandma treat me very well ...
    she always buy sweet for me and brother too ...

    Grandma ,
    i hope you can live happy in Heaven ...

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