Mother ...

All my life , i'm a not really good son to my mum.

Even tho, i passed my exams, study well, and do the chores at home.

but still, i continuously made her FURIOUS on simple things.

Thus the simple thing that i continuously do (on purpose) is to get her attention.

ATTENTION, the one thing that i lacked from her.

Being scolded by her makes me happy.

Happy cause i know, she still loves me.

Even tho, i know that making her mad isn't good for her health, but i still did it.

(NOTTY ME)

Anyways, i would like to dedicate this poem for her

(even tho she didn't know that i have a blog)

MOTHER'S ARE THE SWEETEST

Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.

She's not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.

~Nick Gordon~

LOVE U , MISS U

MUM