She had gently cradled me in her hold as she put me to sleep when I was a baby.
Her voice was sweeter than sugar when she had sung a lullaby for me.
She would lovingly caress me when I was upset.
She gave me everything she had.
Her warmth.
Her smiles.
Her laughter.
And her love.
But she never showed me her tears.
Even when I was angry with her.
Even when I had troubled her.
Even when I used to fight with her.
Or even when I had hated her.
When I was wrongly accused, she had trusted in me unconditionally.
Her back was like a huge tower of support for me, which I could rely on.
When I would make a mistake, she would slowly guide me back to the right path.
The morals and beliefs that she instilled in me had made me a better person for the rest of my life.
She became the one to share my joy with me.
She became the one to quietly listen to my tears.
She became the one to bear my anger.
The one who brought clothes for me was her.
The one who gave me an umbrella when it rained was her.
The one who drove me to school when I was late was her.
And the one who left all the good food for me was also her.
You gave me everything.
But why did I start to resent you?
You still hadn't gently kissed my cheeks.
And I still hadn't shown you how much I loved you.
Remembering the cold nights when you held me in your warmth.
I miss those times.
I miss your warmth.
I miss you, Mom.
~Happy Birthday Mom~