What do we know bout her?
Her feeling... Her pain... Her sadness....Many more of her...

Have you kissed your mother?
Her hand... Her cheek... Her forehead..

Do you love her?
Love her cooks... Love her touches... Love her warmness.... Love everything bout her....

Mum.... Read this...

Mother...

I miss your warm hug, the hug that made me cried...
I will never forget the warmness eventough u died...
I miss your cooks, the food that made me grew...
I will tell the whole world that the best cook is you...

I saw the pain that you keep in your heart...
People said bad things bout you, So what???
Its hurts me when people hurted you...
But if I could, I'll steal the pain from you...

I know I cant feel the warmess anymore...
I know I cant eat your cooks anymore...
But at least I am happy now, yes...
Coz I know you are at a better place...

I didnt cry on the day you died...
I smile just like nothing happened, I lied...
I am sorry for all I have done to you...
For all the tears cried by you...

Seeing others with mum alone can make cry...
I really hope I can meet you after I die...

Oh Mother...
Dont turn your back at me...
Please be always watching me...
Dont leave me here in the dark...
Please be at my side as I walk...