Wednesday, June 8, 2011

MOM ♥

I met you for the first time.
As soon as we met, I cried.
Whether it’s because I was happy,
Or it’s because I was sad,
I can’t even remember.
Because I had nothing to offer,
All I did was receive.
And back then, I didn’t even know gratitude.
I’ve come to live, knowing nothing.
Mother, my mother.
Why are tears spring to my eyes like this.
You, more lovely than the most precious person in this world,
You, you are my mother.
Though I can’t remember the first image of you,
I will surely remember my final image of you, until the day I die.
With all of my heart,
I love you.
Mother, why does my heart hurt so much
Just from calling your name
You who gave me everything,
Yet you were disappointed that you couldn’t give me more,
What could I possibly give back to you
Mother, my mother.
Why are tears springing to my eyes like this.
You, who are more lovely than the most precious person in this world.
You, you are my mother.
You, you are my mother.

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