Mum, mommy, ma', maid?

Living in a shop-house since young enables me to collect waste materials for personal use during childhood, say coconut shells to make sandals, plastic bags and nylon string to make kites (which couldn't really fly)


Yeah as i remember, I made a Carnation out of toilet papers and solder to show mom my love. Happy and satisfied, i handed over the flower to my mom. I'm not sure what type of reaction she gave when receiving it but when later i was told that WHITE carnation indicates that a person's mom is deceased, (choi!! touch wood touch wood) i took it off mom's hand, having an invisible phrase on top of my head showing her Give me some time, i can fix it! I got myself the watercolour paint and made a very-diluted pink colour solution. Guess what? I soaked the whole ball of flower into the paint -_-'' Imagine a wet, wrinkled, dense and heavy shapeless tissue, you now know how my nicely, fluffy layered flower turned into =.= The flowe... nope not flower, instead, the wet clump found its permanent home in the rubbish bin.

There's a woman i know, she's strict but kind, firm yet understanding, she sets limits, she's responsible--- just as every Mothers do. What makes her more special is that: she's busy, what kind of busy? she cooks meals for her children at the same time looks after her husband's shop, she knows how to repair lamps, household appliance like rice cooker and iron, she's thrifty, she doesn't like shopping, but she loves to cook! and i must mention that she can cook very-very-very well, really, from chinese dishes to desserts, she can sew well with or without sewing machine. I really look up to her cz truly, not every mother can do so. So Mommy is her name, and i'm so lucky to call her Mommy not Aunty.

In conjunction with Mother's Day, here's a poem dedicated for you, mom:

Drifting back the days I put on the green and white uniform,
It was the past day of kindergarten,
You combed and braided my hair,
To make me look great like flowers in the garden.

A for apple, B for boy,
You spent time teaching and improved my Spelling,
You served and made silent sacrifice,
That's why you always went to bed early cz i know it's tiring.

I played, i tripped, i made mistakes,
Over the years you've been watching,
With love, patience, and bottomless care,
You knead, shape and mould my being.

Dumpling, mooncake, custard tart, pudding,
I'm typing here with my saliva dripped,
Char siew pau, tao sar pau, siew pau... you name it,
Don't you know her kitchen is well-equipped?

In those days i was too short to reach your waist,
And i wondered how to grow taller,
Even though i'm now tall enough to have my arms around your shoulder,
When seeing your more and more grey hair, my heart sinks deeper.

Sometimes i slipped and fell down,
With a cut and pain in my knee,
You handed over the first-aid kit and left,
But deep down you were keeping an eye on me.

You can cover lines in your working hands,
But you can't hide those on your face,
Ma' i wanna protect and keep you healthy,
When someday i acquire recognition and stronger pace.

Mom I love you more than i can say. Thanks for being my superwoman, my mighty, my incredible mom!

-From ya daughter-

*If someday i find out anybody's treating and taking their Mom as Maid, i'll want to slap'em hardly, seriously*



Here honoring all Mothers, Happy Mother's Day! =)