MOM

With the first ray of light, she’s my first touch of warmth, my first word, and a lifelong tenderness to fall back on.

Where words fail me, she is every sweet memory, my power and weakness. She tries to keep me strong when she may be at her weakest. Though I make an attempt at explaining, I will never be able to express a feeling so grand. She is not the arguments we’ve had, or my stubbornness, or arrogance; but, my sense of wrong and right, and my sense of direction. She is always a step ahead of me. She is a reality that remains in spite of all; an unconditional love.

Cherish those magical moments when you are reminded that you are always a child in her eyes, her young one. Remember that a word kept, does not exist, and so, remember to let her know what she means to you.

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