She fixes my bed and sings me to sleep;
Her arms are my fortress when my heart goes weak.
I can call to her when I’m starving,
Diligently she prepares the blessings; I’m full ‘til evening.

Time seemed very short when I was a kid;
I never noticed when the time came she needed to leave.
Her motherly love is like that of God’s,
We need not to do much; she already did that for us.

She possesses both weakness and strength;
Her worth is far more than the world’s greatest gems.
She deserves praises as high as her soprano voice’s range,
But she keeps a humble state; she knows that all the glory is only God’s to take.

My mother, she’s like a wildflower;
She blooms wherever God takes her.
I love her because she loved me first.

“Happy Mother’s Day!”
The idea is to appreciate, but it only reaches the surface.
For if I were to express to you mine,
It would take us time until the planets are perfectly aligned.

I hope this simple poem would suffice for now,
This is only what time and our distance could allow.
We couldn’t wait for you to be with us again.
We could only chat and video call each other until then.