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Taking a week’s off is not enough to show how much I love her. Sorry if the succeeding parts are cliché-filled. She is my inspiration and I really have high respect towards her. She taught me how to face the problems with a smile and its one of the traits I proudly possess. Words can’t really describe how much I value her. I guess it’s the same feeling a child feel for their mothers.
Every year, I keep on re-posting this poem I wrote for her. It’s my way of appreciating the things she had done to our family and at the same time a promise of my continuous love for her.
You were the hammock ---
when my world was moonless
until pastel-colored stars shone
on me. You swayed me against the threats
of seasons, never tired holding
the weave of love.
I hold onto the weave of love,
won’t be tired to sway you safely
against the threats of seasons.
As ashen stars crowd over you,
until your world be moonless ---
I am your hammock.
Happy Birthday Ma!
Don’t worry, I will always be your totomai.
Palangga ka namon!