Hello, Mother

Hello, mother.

How are you?

Not how are you on the outside - with all the broken smile you give, but how are you inside?

I hope you're happy inside out

If not, at least I hope you feel content, because God knows what you've been through.

For all I know, you've been through the dark long painful sleepless night.
And maybe that's why you're the strongest bravest most beautiful woman i know i my life.

You should know that I'm not exaggerating this, because I know some other women and some other mother, but they're nothing to you.
Rest assured, they can't pull half the things you've done.

So, how are you, mother?
Perhaps you still disappointed in me, for all my tantrums and selfishness, for all my immaturity and excuses.
But somehow you always find a way to forgive me, even when I neglect your broken heart.
You've never failed to amaze me.

I wonder what are you made of.
Stronger than steel, more precious than gem, brighter than the sun.
You are indeed my center of gravity.

How are you, mother?



Xoxo,
a daughter admiring her mother.