The above picture is not of me. I am told that among the five of us, I am the one who looks the most like her. There is a saying that if a man wants to know what his wife looks like when they grow old, take a look at her mother. I would also like to think that I inherited her innate goodness and tolerance but I am a bit too much like my father.
To my mother, here are a few words which are not mine but they are apt, and come from the heart.
I know I haven't been an easy child, but love for you lies underneath my whims;
There is no way I could be tame or mild, I need sometimes to shout and wave my limbs.
You're the wall I need to test my height, the countervailing force to test my strength,
The chain I hammer at with all my might, even though you have increased its length.
But love against the odds is stronger still, I need your fierce, proud love, and always will.
For all that you have given me, I can return but love. Happy Mother's Day.
I know I haven't been an easy child, but love for you lies underneath my whims;
There is no way I could be tame or mild, I need sometimes to shout and wave my limbs.
You're the wall I need to test my height, the countervailing force to test my strength,
The chain I hammer at with all my might, even though you have increased its length.
But love against the odds is stronger still, I need your fierce, proud love, and always will.
For all that you have given me, I can return but love. Happy Mother's Day.
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