My mother is my favourite subject, as I blog about her most of the time. She’s beautiful, a classic beauty one can say, a real Filipina, with her long black wavy hair, which she always brush with a natural bristle brush. She goes out with elegant trousers, silk blouse or fine dresses with intricate prints, like batik. She’s always smartly dressed. She’s in dire need of being complimented, i.e. we always compliment her looks.
She used to work as a Probation Officer, so no one can screw or mess around with her. She’s a tough cookie! She knows that several factors impinge on civil liberties and strike at the basic tenants of judicial system. She also doesn’t bombinate in a vacuum of data, caught between inevitability and uniqueness. That’s one of the valuable lessons she has given us, to be lawful and be aware of our human rights.
What else have we learned from her? Well, we should look after ourselves and our belongings. She’s very observant, like she’ll remark on how slanted the rays of the sun through the window and spilled into the room. Or how animal tunnels when incorporated into the design will also allow local wildlife to cross. She’s good with details like this, that’s why we love her so.
Oh mother dear, let us tell you something
You’ve always supported us come what may
With your soft smile and the joy that you bring
You’ve redirected us when we’re astray
With your love you’ve kept us safe through the years
Sacrificed your needs in favour of ours
You’ve shared with our achievements and our fears
You haven’t shown us your tears and your scars
What you drummed in on us we remember
You have brought us well, that’s why we love you
You have been a big part of what we were
You’ve been our model, look how we all grew
The centre of our lives, our rock and heart
For us you always have a special part
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
Your breath sweeter than sampaguita as we string them into a lei
Your love, patience and smile, always there as you give us a hand
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We cannot show enough gratitude for bringing us up first hand
Your tenderness, completely and sweetly given to us like a bouquet
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We love you to the moon and back and all planets in the milky-way
Her beauty astounds us all
Life’s always a breeze so she flits
Broke into one and a million bits
Of love and care, to us her kids
Of time and devotion, no problem
Always there, served with a smile
And so this is the time to say thanks
And the mission for which it was due
We love you to the moon and back
Our dearest Mom – thanks for everything!
Mom singing
For: SEASONS – Moms Day in MAY by Jesh Stg , #MySundayPhoto – Mia and KOA Campgrounds in Petaluma ( Sundays In My City)
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