It is true that life and love can be related to the passing seasons of the months in a year, Spring, Summer, Fall/Autumn, and finally Winter. It starts with a feeling of bliss, beautiful memories were created along with the blooming of the flowers that forms a garden in your heart. Everything was perfect and everything felt right at the moment. For when the season moves to summer, you began to realise the feud that began to occur one after the other. Like the hot summer, not many are willing to back down from their stands and the fights turns to worst. That's when Fall or Autumn comes where all the memories that was there began to wither like the leaves that fall from the trees. For all that was left, were just the branches to give hopes of possibilities. However, if only the hopes were enough to survive the cold winter. The season where the heart turns cold and left you wondering whether the situation should deserve a second chance to survive them. If it works out, you will go through another cycle of passing season, if not, that's when your heart turns cold and never look back.
It was a tragedy to let your heart break into pieces and have them restored over only to have them broken again the next time. It's no wonder why a single star prefers to shine alone rather than depending on the moon. It's no wonder that we walk alone in this world without others there. Like a car that travels on the road, they have stops as a passing time that acts as friends who was there once and gone the next because you're always on the move. Along the road, we learn the hardest things in life and got through it overtime.
For Each Passing Season
The Sun, The Cloud, The Elements Of Life, and The Gift From God
If you could count the stars that were shining tonight, there would be none that would shine as bright enough to catch my attention, if you could wake up every morning and see the sun rise, there wouldn't be anything more beautiful that to see your smile, if I were to complain about the rain outside, than you would tell me that nothing or nobody is perfect. For everything that made me sad, you always manage to send smiles across my face and into my eyes. I never found anybody who could take your place and I guess that's why, nobody was able to take on that name besides you. That's I why I called you Mama, and you're the first word I learn. You're the first person I met when I came to this world. You're the first person who cared for me. Through time, I am amaze to how good you do it.
Walking down memory lane, I realise that you made me strong for everything that you've done. I may overlook the memories when you surprised me with McDonalds, or take me out for lunch. Spending time just me and you is the most precious memory I have. The nights you spend laying beside my bed because I was scared to sleep. The days I came back home crying and you're hug was the best medicine for everything. Hours of phone call when I'm away for the first time. The days when your voice was enough to take on every emotion that I was suffering. It was always you who could do those things. It was always you who came to my head, who would listen to my stories, no matter sad or happy, no matter you're busy or not, it was always you who would always be there and I know it. There would be no one else and I'm glad that you're mine.
For days and nights, I thought of the best words to describe you as you and as a mother. Yet, when I checked the dictionary, they haven't invented that word. But know deep in my heart, there is one place that always belong to you and never doubt that. Happy Mother's Day mama. I love you so much.
