Mom

I wonder why I've never finished a poem about mom

I wanted to write

about her love for me -

never demanding,

unconditional

I wanted to write about her endless sacrifices:

the tiresome tasks she do

to make me live and study

Sickness she has to deal with while working hard for me

I wanted to write

about how grateful I am to be her daughter -

That I'd been blessed with a gift that is her whom I will treasure forever

I wanted to write

about the beauty within her

that never fades, that never fails to be admired

I wanted to write

about how a 'thank you' and 'I love you'

seems not enough as a response to her love -

Yet that is all she needs to live

and that, I shall never cease to give

I wonder why I've never finished a poem about mom

I know now:

There are lots of great things to say about mom

and a poem would not tell enough

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