To my future sons and daughters,
piece of advice from the old matter.
What lies beyond might be your answer.
Hoping somehow will make you feel better.

People always ask the meaning of love
and say the answers they always have.
Songs are played and tales are told.
All are true but too subjective to hold.

If still eager to know,
then let me lead you to show
the seed your mother and I have sowed.
This is the only thing I can bestow.

See the perfect wrinkles and see the small scars.
Smell the sweetness though there’s a hint of cigar.
Feel its firmness and feel its irregularities.
It’s not perfect for perfection does not exist.

Everyday, we did not stop nurturing,
Sometimes we fill it with dreaming.
Sometimes we mold and keep growing.
Loving each other everyday is exciting.

The beauty lies in our smiles.
Its charm could make our joy go miles.
Always do hug each other
cause it’s the small things that love last longer.

There are days that it’s not sunny.
It’s ok. We need it and it will make life funny.
Just chill and talk, let the heart explore.
Hope like I did, you come to appreciate the person more.

Love is always mutual.
It’s a give and take as usual.
A forgive and forget should be natural.
Efforts should be a ritual.

Love is not just affection.
Love is also a decision.
Holding each other through,
not letting go.


I’m thankful to have your mother.
I don’t think I could find any other.
She is a piece of my heart
and this is our love, we could never be apart.