Life is like a library owned by the author. In it are a few books which he wrote himself, but most of them were written for him. - Harry Emerson Fosdick
Friday, 28 December 2012
The Lost Soul
She was here
She was lend temporarily by The Lord to support me to stand
We spend some valuable time as mother and daughter
Even at some points we quarreled
But it always back to her where I find the calm when others try to bother.
She was one tough figure
For it was never easy to become a single mother raised up a daughter
When the world keep oppressing in every possible angle, she turned to me as motivation for her to go further, for her to aim higher
She had me and it’s suffice
For I am her little angel even all I saw was only her sour face
Over her tiring work schedule
For having to support me all alone
Without any additional hands to hold and hear her exhausting soul.
I know I owe her so much
For making me who I am today
I love her and it’s beyond measure
For she is the real mother, the real love
The one who struggle so much in her life
Only to prove to others that she was a one sturdy build
Who needs no one for her to lean against, even at the sappy cloudy day
Or even when her step has gone astray.
I miss her dearly
It has been 3 years since we met
It has been 3 years since I kissed her forehead
It has been 3 years since I hugged her tight
Before she was taken eternally to meet the One who Create.
You are the purest love of all
You are the angel of my own version
You’ll be loved and missed dearly above all.
The five years old girl inside me always longed for her and hold on to our great day at White Castle and McDonald eating burgers together every time at the day when she received her monthly pay cheque. Even the world couldn’t pay what she had sacrificed for me. May He place her in His mighty protection and blessings. Al-Fatihah and may The Almighty tells her how much I miss her dearly-nho
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