You are inside me, a part of me, forever.
Happy Mother's Day.
I used to buy my mother flowers, angel figurines, candles and anything else you're expected to give your mother on that one special day. This year's gifts, I believe, hold the most meaning compared to everything else I've given her.
I bought her two dark-melancholic yet vibrant violet ground orchid plants. No, not flowers. My written explanation to this (which is on the card I made for her) is
Flowers that are cut and placed in vases, die. Their beauty fades, ephemeral. These will grow and experience many seasons, just as you have. Take care of these just as you have taken care of me. I want you to forever cherish life and what it throws surprisingly your way. To life. To YOUR life.
Apart from that, I wrote her
No More Hiding Under Your Skirt
What must I utter to ease your worries?
Erase your raisin creases,
Due to internal cries and flurries.
Wisdom collected from years of experiences,
I've always looked up to you, and now ask,
If perhaps time ago you've felt this too?
I hear this oyster singing out to me.
Heartbeats rumbling, I jump in unbridled,
For a taste of this bumbling city,
Believing somehow, it'll develop my abilities.
I wish that those tears that fall,
Show only your pride on who I've become,
As you've shaped me able to answer life's call.
Before I leave, know that I would be empty,
If not for your upbringing's embraces.
A fact you must remember, I will come back.
I will stumble and fall; it will break my heart.
Within my fibers flows your ruby strength,
So, I'll dust myself off and stand tall,
For your memory sustains me.
PS: I don't believe in these things called, "Days" (e.g. Mother's Day, Father's Day, Valentine's Day and so on). Is it not better to celebrate each day with the same passionate fervor that we do when such aforementioned days occur? Every single day should be a celebration of life, and love. As I have told my mother in her card, Each day we are graced with a chance to learn and grow. The sun is shining. Life, is beautiful. Glorious.
I used to buy my mother flowers, angel figurines, candles and anything else you're expected to give your mother on that one special day. This year's gifts, I believe, hold the most meaning compared to everything else I've given her.
I bought her two dark-melancholic yet vibrant violet ground orchid plants. No, not flowers. My written explanation to this (which is on the card I made for her) is
Flowers that are cut and placed in vases, die. Their beauty fades, ephemeral. These will grow and experience many seasons, just as you have. Take care of these just as you have taken care of me. I want you to forever cherish life and what it throws surprisingly your way. To life. To YOUR life.
Apart from that, I wrote her
No More Hiding Under Your Skirt
What must I utter to ease your worries?
Erase your raisin creases,
Due to internal cries and flurries.
Wisdom collected from years of experiences,
I've always looked up to you, and now ask,
If perhaps time ago you've felt this too?
I hear this oyster singing out to me.
Heartbeats rumbling, I jump in unbridled,
For a taste of this bumbling city,
Believing somehow, it'll develop my abilities.
I wish that those tears that fall,
Show only your pride on who I've become,
As you've shaped me able to answer life's call.
Before I leave, know that I would be empty,
If not for your upbringing's embraces.
A fact you must remember, I will come back.
I will stumble and fall; it will break my heart.
Within my fibers flows your ruby strength,
So, I'll dust myself off and stand tall,
For your memory sustains me.
PS: I don't believe in these things called, "Days" (e.g. Mother's Day, Father's Day, Valentine's Day and so on). Is it not better to celebrate each day with the same passionate fervor that we do when such aforementioned days occur? Every single day should be a celebration of life, and love. As I have told my mother in her card, Each day we are graced with a chance to learn and grow. The sun is shining. Life, is beautiful. Glorious.