After 4 a.m. she woke up every day, whether it's weekdays or the
resting hours of weekends.
Tidy up her bed, then came over to my room.
Gave me a pat in the head or just a simple tug of my blanket,
ensuring I had the warmest of nap.
Starting her work, where she did the same routine every day
for almost 40 years.
Cleaning all shreds of dusts, imminent or those hard to wipe
dirt.
Boiling water as maiden did during old days, maintaining
well in the entire hygiene of the household.
Preparing to leave for her next destination, where she'll
had to endure through another human environment.
Experienced as she is, she misses any opportunity of
carrying an act of misconduct.
Always determined to accomplish her outspoken
responsibility, educating the transition of generation of school youngsters.
Whether she's scolded by the incompetency of her IT
knowledge, or being praised of her excellence in raising the school's bar of
competitiveness.
She's always patient, never mumbled about her difficulties
except towards her families.
Respected as an experienced primary school educators, where
30 years plus gone by with various harsh nature & sweet memories.
She oversaw the pattern of students mature, became excellent
speakers in their native language & English that she hold in high regard.
Students grow as time passes, transition of new generation
swift through the school compound.
Enduring through harsh schooling hours of 9 to 10 hours per
day, where she returns home with a camouflage of her epic fatigue.
Didn't even care to take her lunch, she sprung into action
to resolve home duties that she haven't done.
Before she eventually left again, becoming a tutor in
another teaching institution far greater than none.
Where there she is highly respected for her capabilities,
whilst at school she's shrugged for her left-out nature in field we call IT.
Patiently teaching the very same group of students that's
weak in school, where their parents placed high expectation that their
offspring would accomplish well under her nurturing.
Returning home again, busily carrying out the household
chores that she's heavily obsessed with.
To the extent that she fell asleep on the chair, she went on
unnoticingly nodding with the TV shows’ noise of cheers.
Undergoing the daunting process for 30 years, she suffers
patiently without the support from her hubby.
Painful past marriage experiences she had, only sharing it
with no one but herself.
Her arms show coarse nature as similar to a mere leather
piece, white hair grow unnoticed on her chin.
As children, I watched how my mother grew old in pain while
raising us.
Raising us to the extent of getting older rapidly than
Mother Nature permitted, giving us motivation to strive further.
Although we couldn't get anything we want, we're grateful
with what we contemplated.
As I vow to get the highest academic exclamations for Mom,
so she would be glad with what we accomplished.
p/s: without a photo, this poem I wrote for Mom is quite invalid I guess. But still, happy birthday mom. Always pray that you'll be well & live happily.
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