Tough LOVE…

The beatings of a mother’s heart for her son…

Tough LOVE…

All I have I gave to thee,
A lasting love it’ll always be.
Drying your tears,
All through the night,
Embraced you tight,
With all my might,
All these, I offered thee.

Made you speak an ABC,
Made you write for them to see,
How bright you are to me,
I never imagined how it will be,
If you wont ever learn from me.

I gave it all, time and care,
And through it all, I can’t dare,
To see you miss a lot of fair,
All loads I tried to bear.

Each night, it crossed my mind,
How a mother can leave behind,
All memories of a son who’s blind,
Guide him in prayers, his dreams to climb.

He may be lost and is not aware,
Of the things that counts the most.
All of you young people beware,
For it may haunt you like a ghost.

Where d’you draw your courage?
Uncaring at your age…
When d’you realize to leaf a page?
And learn that one day you will pay the wage?

A mother’s love is infinite,
It is there and beyond,
It has no limits,
It never had a brand.

A mother’s love can be tough,
At times she needs to be rough,
Even when she’s old,
She will never grow cold,
Her love is eternal, shinier than gold.

Tough love as they call it,
Defy deepest pain, so be it.
Just so for a lost soul to find itself,
Gratefulness can not be in a shelf.

I might be gone,
Unlike the moon and the sun,
But do not ever fret my son,
As it is necessary to be both human and be a MAN.

“I made your wings so strong,
For you to aim where to belong,
If they might break, Just rest my child,
God will heal your wounds, so please be kind.”

I say one last prayer for you,
Thank God for ALL that He gave you,
Live each day with a grateful heart,
So blessings will pour on you,
Treasure them, the good and bad,
cherish them, the happy and sad.

For one morning when you wake up,
You will realize you are never you
Without GOD…


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-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son and mother, as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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