My mother is not just any mother.
On table we are
sitting beside each other.
I am connected to my mother.
My backbone.
I feel beyond comfort in her presence.
She asks.
She knows.
She gives space.
She gives me the choice.
I feel free.
We are drinking tea:
I am talking;
she is listening.
She gives me the attention.
She can read the lines I cannot read for myself.
Words always failed to describe her beauty.
I look at her.
My mother is not just any mother.
It is the truth!
A wonderful truth.
She shows her compassion with no morbidness.
In my weakness or strength,
she loves me wholeheartedly.
Her concern is so real.
Even if she knows about my flaws,
she stills beside me,
encourages me,
and has faith on me.
She saved me!
My true and honest love.
Insaf
I have always got a full heart
because of you.