I lay on the bed, looking at her
Wondering how much pain she's carried throughout the many years in her life
Dealing with her ever so impatient husband
Along with the headstrong children that she's raised
Being able to live through the hardships, the physical pain that God has tested her with, undergone operations and surviving cancer
Still, having been the breadwinner for the family for years
I still found it hard to comprehend all that...
I stole glances at her face, inspecting every aspect of her skin
She was still beautiful as ever
Yes, she was indeed growing older, although she didn't look her age
56 she was, but she looked not a year over 40
Closely, though, I could see that she was indeed aging
Her skin was not as flawless as it used to be a decade ago
Her hands were still as soft as ever, but I could tell that
the skin wasn't as tight as before
She wasn't able to hear as well as she could, her hearing has deteriorated
Yet, her love for me was still as much as I stepped onto this world for the first time
That was a week ago.
Me, lying down next to my mum at our getaway in Australia.
I told myself, she's taken care of me for the past 20 years
For the next 20, and hopefully even more, I'll take care of her.
My mum, the best woman I've ever known.
Thank you.