Sunday, 10 May 2009

Oh How Much We Love Our Mom

Just want to share with all of you the latest poem that my daughter Nadine wrote for me for Mother's Day. The poem is just simple and both the message and the story behind sent me to tears. Here's the mother's day poem that my daughter made for me and I've written it fully unlike the one's that she did on the two pages of paper which I took photos for posting.

OH, HOW MUCH WE LOVE OUR MOM

She holds me safe and warm
Even through a winter storm
Oh, how much we love our mom

She prays for me when I am sick,
She taught me how to click,
Oh, how much we love our mom

She cooks me breakfast
She doesn't drive fast
Oh, how much we love our mom,
Yes, how much we love our mom ...



From the image on the left, you can see that my daughter wrote a black heart with red outline after the word "OH" and she called this the KEY so that there's no need for her to rewrite the same stanza. Quite clever isn't she. At the end of the last stanza my daughter wrote "FROM: I LOVE YOU MOM by: ONJ" and she even chopped it with her signature.

I was so happy to receive this that I suddenly felt tears slowly coming down from left eye. As I was nibbling through the words and sharing it with her father, I gave my daughter a glance and saw her holding a crumpled piece of paper, similar to the paper where she wrote the poem. I asked her what was it and she said nothing. I have to ask her to let me see what's inside and I found out that there was something written in the paper that I think my daughter wouldn't want me to read for fear of being scolded. But she wouldn't be. In fact I felt more guilty after reading what's written, it was the story behind the poem she gave me and it goes ...

Date: 5/5/09, Tues No.1. Part Subject: Mom gift
"My mom was sick and she wasn't feeling well. It was on the 5th May 2009. My little brother Namji was taking care of her and all that I was doing was hiding from my dad when he came back home from the grocery store. My brother tried to convince me so my mom thought that all I care about was hiding. Actually I wasn't, I was thinking about a Mother's day gift for my Mom and I don't know what to give so, I'm giving her this poem and it is called black heart with red outline. " -- written by Nadine

I was so suprised and a little guilty. I remember what happened. I was sick with the flu, my husband went to Guardian to buy some groceries and Namji was the one beside me all the time. She's almost finished with her homework when her father return home. I didn't realized that it was Namji who asked her to hide from the door so they could suprise their father. I guess I'm a little jealous that my husband's the one getting all the attention while I'm trying to make myself comfortable with all the headache's and coughing I've been giving out. :( And I guess, I'm a little selfish and insensitive. I'm really sorry for what I did that time and I promise to make it up to her.

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