In an early summer morning, one girl can be seen running through a congested sidewalk. Her loose hair sways in accordance to the rhythm of her every stride, letting the crisp and dry breeze of the summer soak it in every strand. With a tote bag on one hand, she tries to part the stagnant crowd to let her through which in return, results to a man shouting at her when she unintentionally steps on its foot. Another one is when she intentionally bumps a group of idle teenagers chatting on the side resulting to curses she receives like there’s no tomorrow.
Despite the dilemma of the crowded sidewalk, she continues to run until she reaches a long line of people waiting at a bus stop. Looking through the long disheveled line and scattered people, she stops for a minute and think if giving enough time to wait here would do her good. After a minute of silent self debate, she finally fix her thoughts as well as her bag. Though the next stop would be half a hundred meters again from where she’s standing, running again would not hurt as long as she can hurriedly rides a bus.
How can I tell you my history
When i’m part of your forgotten memory?
What will you do if I die?
Will you cry?
Will you ask me “why”?
Will you give me your “goodbye”?
Will my existence become nothing but a lie?
In a corner of a void and empty darkness
Sat a young girl, pale and nameless
Her eyes, dull and withered
Her lips, tight and parched
Surrounded by deep surreal madness
She screamed and wept so slow
So silent, so low
Dull tears fell, yet mute and senseless
Inaudible to the void
That catered her messed up world
She lay dead, motionless
Unable to move, unable to bargain
In pain and utterly broken
She’s my warrior
A best friend above all
And a light to my feet
since I was small
A gentle goddess,
Contrary to that earthly beauty
A sole divine for me
And for others to see
A hero in a sense
only I could ponder
The world’s greatest listener
having I again to wonder
How can such one great woman
and shower me with all this love?
Such weird thing
that only I could do is to nod
Knowing that the only thing I could give
for her to receive
Is to thank her a million times
For showering me with love
while in her hold
Thanking her for giving me
the best and giving me the world
Happy Birthday, mom
May this day be one of the best for you
and i’m hoping for more to come
The woman who was born
when flowers are in full bloom
When the sun was high up in the sky
giving off a boom
The woman of the sun.
None other than, my mom.