The Thing About You, Mama

If it wasn’t for you,
I’d still be floating in the darkness of your womb.
I’d still be crawling, blocking people’s way.
I’d still be standing still, not moving forward.
I’d still be walking the same path I know.
I’d still be running away from my problems.
I’d still be driving recklessly, crashing everyone I see.

If it wasn’t for you,
I wouldn’t know how to see, what’s right or wrong.
I wouldn’t know how to speak, and touch other’s life.
I wouldn’t know how to listen, and be self centered.
I wouldn’t know how to think, and be an eye sore.

If I was never your son,
I’m sure you’d be happy, not to have a troubled son like me.
I’m sure I’d be stuck on the 2nd line of this post.
I’m sure my room is a lot messier.
I’m sure your cooking is awful.
I’m sure I’d fall for you.

If it wasn’t for you,
I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be loved.

Thank you Ma, for EVERY single thing you have done for me. I assure you, I will not go to waste.

ps: 11th May, Mothers day! Have you wished your mom?

pss: a box of chocolate = RM 12, a dozen roses = RM 100, a gold ring = RM 1550, a poem + cheapskate son = priceless.

Note to Ma : of course on your card, I wrote you a different poem!

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