i wrote this one for my mom who had remained a strong pillar in my life. I remembered the first time there was an earthquake in las pinas. it wasn't strong, but i noticed that i felt very nauseous and that the lights and water glasses were moving. We all laughed when i pointed it out until our mom held our hands up close and prayed aloud for us. That scene was only so short, yet she was filled with an unspeakable joy i could not comprehend as if her spirit had not been shaken by any possibility. This is her, how something so fragile as a flower could live under such a storm and be a symbol of hope, or solace. How mothers can be so reassuring. - So for a poem, i wrote instead an image. Hopefully, next time i would write without any explanations. The poem would finally speak for itself.