Mama used her younger years raising her kids
She woke up early and slept late
When she got sick, she took care of herself.
She somehow always kept the house clean, despite three children growing almost at the same time
When she found time, she sang
And she had such a beautiful voice
I loved how mama sang.
Mama is older now
Her confidence sometimes falters
So I remind her of her strength and how much I admire her.
She gets tired easily now
So I try to let her rest as much as possible.
Mama still has a lot of her funny side though
And for that, I am always thankful for.
I scraped my knee again.
Mom is going to be angry.
She’s going to count to ten
So I’ll enter the house, ending my play abruptly.
My knee already hurts but she’ll still scold me.
I’ll get banished to my room like Rapunzel trapped in the tower.
She’ll ground me indefinitely
Though I don’t know what that means.
All I know is that it would be more than an hour.
So instead of telling mom that I scraped my knee
I’ll keep this a secret and just wash the wound completely.
Mom doesn’t need to know so I can continue playing.
That sounds like a good plan, that’s all I’m saying.
I fixed my coffee, work was due again
Then I heard familiar steps coming down the stairs.
Dressed in her night gown,
She limped slowly down the stairs since her feet hurts again.
She smiles sleepily upon seeing me
I greet her good morning as I hug her tight.
She’s older and frailer now
So different from her younger years.
I ask, “Hey mom, want some coffee?”
As we slowly start our days.
For me and not anyone else
For you and whatever it takes
I will climb mountains
Ride the shooting star
All for you dear parents
I’d go the distance, no matter how far
She lights up the room as she often does
Gracefully she carries the weight of the world
Her pain she endures and spreads love all around
Her smile is like Mona Lisa’s or even better
She’s called by many names but there’s only one name I call her
And that is “Mom”
Inahan nga pinalangga
Walay sama akong paghigugma sa imo
Pagbati nga hangtod sa kahangturan
I love you, mother
My love for you cannot be measured
A love that lasts until forever
And nothing can ever compare
She has hair a mix color of black and brown
Eyes, big, brown, and beautiful that seems to keep
An endless sunrise whenever she smiles.
She has a way with people but
Beware of her temper
When she loves, however, it is endless,
It is boundless
It is true.
She is strong, and most often
Even when she wants to give up,
She wears her Mona Lisa smile
And show the world what she’s got.
She told me “no”
And I asked “why”
She said, “you know…”
And all I could do was sigh
I wanted to play
Outside where it was raining
But mom said, “no way”
So I was inside nearly crying
Sweet sugar cookies she gave to me
I smiled ear to ear
“When you’re well you may play outside again,” she beamed at me
It didn’t even matter since the cookies erased my tears
Body, weak and numb
I get tired too
I may not look like it
But I ache all over too
I may appear super
But I am still human
I am an ordinary person
But will do extraordinary things for you
You think you need a break?
Try raising three kids at once
But I never complained because I did it for love
I may not look like it
But I am tired and a few beauty rests is what I need
What do you give to someone who has given you everything?
No amount, no material things…nothing
Her love is true and can never be fathomed
Cheers to the one
Who brought me to this world
Whose undying love fills me up
The one who taught me real courage
To my mom….my everything