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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