Nov 2015
You held my hand when I was two,
Securing me with your love so true.
A world of beauty and heart so pure,
To my silly pains your smile was cure.
Years flew so fast and I was thirteen,
I was young, impulsive and mean.
Hurts and scars were emotional,
Your soothing words made me well.
Now that I am already twenty two,
I'm miles and miles away from you.
I oftentimes think of your embrace,
Every thought is a moment's bliss.
I have my own battles to fight,
You taught me to cling to Christ tight.
When tears fall because of missing you,
I just remember how you held me when I was two.
Securing me with your love so true.
A world of beauty and heart so pure,
To my silly pains your smile was cure.
Years flew so fast and I was thirteen,
I was young, impulsive and mean.
Hurts and scars were emotional,
Your soothing words made me well.
Now that I am already twenty two,
I'm miles and miles away from you.
I oftentimes think of your embrace,
Every thought is a moment's bliss.
I have my own battles to fight,
You taught me to cling to Christ tight.
When tears fall because of missing you,
I just remember how you held me when I was two.
It' s been a week since I got confined at the hospital and yet I am still unwell. I'm so far away from home and I miss my mother so much. As I recuperate, I found this old poem of mine (written 5 years ago) and I realized one thing: no matter how old I am or will be, I will always look for my mother's touch. :( wish I were home...
