Minggu, 09 Oktober 2016

My mom

There is always a smile on your face
Thought I know your burden you carry
Your visible eye bags
Because of your interrupted sleep
And you’re helping hand offered 
When I cry
Even when having lunch
Enjoying the anchovy condiment and salted fish
You still have to clean my diaper
You are great, you are terrific, mom.
When I am sad you cheer me up
When I fall, you prop me up
When I achieve, you praises me.
But what do you get from it all?
You are saddled with shame
Million spent to make me well
Crystal lamp sold
Gold and precious stone gone .With difficulty you still visit me
You never cease to lift my spirits, telling me
One and all are waiting for my return
You caress my head with love
My heart quivers my head with love at the beat of your heart
How much love you give me And protracted in my dream

Thought I never love my self   

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