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You are my proof of life.
You are my luminous lighthouse that ushers me forward through never-ending journeys of trials.
You are my chilled fountain of love where I stop to rest my exhausted soul.
You say that I remind you of existence, but you define all existence to me.
I would never trade the moments we've spent together. I keep you close and etched in every frame of my mind.
I adore you the way you are: When you ask God to bless dough while your delicate hands knead the mixture, when you sing old songs while you brush my hair, when you murmur endearments to my youngest brother over your cup of afternoon coffee, when you light a candle in the church, when you gather me close to your heart and allow me to listen dreamily to its steady beating, when you pat the side of my face, when you laugh over my silly endeavors, and when you strike a funny pose to make my days lighter.
I have been harsh or unforgiving at times, but I know you see beyond the thorns in my heart. I am still a child that stumbles, but I do love you, and I hope I will become a fraction of what you are.
Happy Birthday ya Mama.
You are my luminous lighthouse that ushers me forward through never-ending journeys of trials.
You are my chilled fountain of love where I stop to rest my exhausted soul.
You say that I remind you of existence, but you define all existence to me.
I would never trade the moments we've spent together. I keep you close and etched in every frame of my mind.
I adore you the way you are: When you ask God to bless dough while your delicate hands knead the mixture, when you sing old songs while you brush my hair, when you murmur endearments to my youngest brother over your cup of afternoon coffee, when you light a candle in the church, when you gather me close to your heart and allow me to listen dreamily to its steady beating, when you pat the side of my face, when you laugh over my silly endeavors, and when you strike a funny pose to make my days lighter.
I have been harsh or unforgiving at times, but I know you see beyond the thorns in my heart. I am still a child that stumbles, but I do love you, and I hope I will become a fraction of what you are.
Happy Birthday ya Mama.
3 comments:
First of all, thank you so much for your comments, it means more to me that you could ever know. Shakaraallahu Sa'ayakom, may dad R.I.P.
aww, Happy Bday khalto, bless her and you :)
Sweet :)
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