Saturday, May 8, 2010

My Mother, my life



Mother; mother; how could I exist without you?

You naughty, childlike creature yet wise and true.

You can make me laugh, you can make my cry.

With you it is not always easy, without you life is dry.

You encourage me to stand out in a crowd.

When I am in despair and wonder why things aren't happening for me fast,

You make me realise nice girls finish last.

You help me grow,

You believe in letting go.

We laugh and fight,

But you always make me realise that 'your might is your right'.



You are the reason of my existence. You are the one who gave me life. My dad calls you his wife. But for me, you are my life. There is no way I can show the gratitude to you completely. I'm writing this blog for you in order to express my feelings.



You are the one who left her living style in order to create my life. You moved out of a big village to a big city, from a big home to two rooms flat, from nature's beautiful lap towards a congested city. You give up your dream in order to build my future. You sacrificed your pleasure just to provide me a good future. I know how you crave for the natural air and soil that you left just for me to nurture. You erased your roots just to build up my dreams. You always smile as if everything is fine. However, My mother, I can hear your silent screams. I am sorry for taking your valuable life's pleasant memories, for depriving you from your original place and for living an artificial life.



I am proud of you, Ma. You are the one and only person who sacrificed a lot and is still silent about her deeds. I know you don't see your qualities in me. I am wild and stubborn. I follow my heart and my mind all the time. You feel that I hear you; however, the truth is I listen to every single word you say. I am nowhere similar to you. I cannot be, Ma. I cannot change my life style for anyone. I cannot forget my dreams for others. I cannot be a statue full of emotions. I cannot hide my pain. I cannot smile when I'm not happy. But, I can see the reason of my existence. It's you. You are the reason I should live this life and make you feel proud. I love you, Ma. I'll live this life in a true manner. One day, you would be proud to say that I am your daughter.