Blessed with an unmatched grace and quality

Unique in her own creativity and abilities

Resilient and persevering, seeing through the dark clouds

Her carriage is stress-absorbing

She possesses the golden hands that has the final touch in the home

Her voice is commanding, yet soft and healing 

Her personality and grace are envy-worthy and contagious

Her beauty is timeless

Her reverence for the Creator and love for spirituality has developed and formed me

She is a queen!

The mayoress of our lil' empire.

What more can I say of her, even much more?

But my voice fails me,

My speech wavers,

My words cannot just come out.

Is it just a personality type or a glitch?

I cannot say all these things to my mother

Not because she is undeserving,

Or at times, I get mad at her scoldings and corrections,

You may call me timid,

You may call me scared,

I may be none or both,

But I am not a professional at hollering encomiums at someone physically

I would rather pour out all the raw contents in my heart into a piece of writing 

I would rather fix all the little pieces together and form them into notes

I find rest and home in writing 

My pen is ever ready

I always win in the pen game

All these and much more are the things I cannot say to my mother physically, but through words.

Shout out to my mother and to all mothers on this great day!

Happy Mothers' day, to whom it may concern.