Mother, I still remember the moment, when nobody seemed to care that I also needed time for myself. You rubbed my head and combed my hair with your fingers, that looked so pale. My tears fell down on my cheeks that I didn’t care to wipe. You said nothing, as if you knew that was all I needed. And the tears dried away, suddenly.
Mother, I still remember the time, when I had it all wrong. The world turned upside down all around me. But you always, always forgave my imperfection. And turned it all right, perfectly.
Mother, I still remember the time, when I had all this pain and wounds leaving scars stabbed through the bottom of my heart. You stood there, grabbed my hands and smiled. You said nothing and you told me to smile. Even if it was only a fake smile.
Mother, I still remember the moment, when people took all my time that I can’t even save myself out of my crazy love and misery life. You always, always called me. Even then I missed your call and didn’t call back.
Mother, I still remember the time, when I felt like giving up living. When no one seemed to understand, you gave me permission to cry, on your shoulder, so fragile by old age. That I fell asleep, and woke up and relieved.