Dear mom
I am writing this letter to you to bare my soul…
The life that we have lived together & the life that we have lived apart
There is so much to say
so much to share
I can keep writing forever & there won’t be enough words to say all that I want to say…
You are my first and deepest love in this material world
Your eyes are pools of love
They hide so much inside
When I look at them, I see myself
Other times, I look at them and I see a little girl who just wants to play
There are times when your eyes show me a world inside your soul that no one could explore
All the experiences and pain and drama that these eyes have witnessed
Your eyes are a true treasure and I love planting kisses on them when you sleep
I look at your closed eyes sometimes when you are sleeping
And I cannot imagine a world without them
How come your arms and legs are hairless
It makes me jealous
Even the hair on your lashes are thin and make your eyes look small and child-like
I have seen you with beautiful black hair tied in a bun behind your head
I remember when you stopped making the bun and started clipping your hair instead
I think it made you look different
A bit younger, more like a girl
I have seen them turning from black to brown
From brown to grey
The changes in the color of your hair is like seasons in my life
Your strong large hands have caressed me on my head, on my face, on my hands
With your hands you have massaged me to relieve me of the childbirth pain that my body endured
I have touched your palms and felt the hard work they have done
For years and years they cooked, cleaned ad touched the faces of its children
Those hands embraced me with love even when you thought I was wrong
I remember you as a young mother and wife
Running around my father
Trying to make him happy
With a load of raising 5 children, and no one to help and support
It changed you into a menacing figure who just wanted to get rid of the pesky little rats one by one
I don’t blame you, don’t worry
At least you kept us alive, it takes a lot of courage too
I couldn’t understand how tired you must be
How much you needed the rest and care
I pray for a beautiful world on the other side when you cross the bridge
Round and round, you keep moving
Never resting, always on your toes
Work is endless and so is the free time
And yet there is emptiness and longing
I remember a time when you used to ride a bike
And I would be so proud
My independent mommy
Taking care of all the chores outside the house too
But you grew old and those legs finally gave up
Couldn’t carry the weight anymore
But you are a fighter, you didn’t give up
You got a new pair
You suffered through excruciating pain and came out as a winner
Once again, she went round and round, around the house
And there was balance in the world…
