Family Picture taken in Baguio

I wrote this poem for my mother who I don’t really always see eye to eye with. I’m kind of really the outdoorsy type and she hates it when I go out even though I’m already 19. I love her to bits, I do but we constantly fight – sometimes so much that I don’t even know why we fight. My mother lives in Papua New Guinea with my Dad and I kind of grew up without them so they don’t know me that well.

We couldn’t really send a gift, so we did this at Jolibee on Mother’s Day and we sent the pics to her.

Taken as a Mother's Day present for my Mother

She and I fought beyond all odds
She had thoughts and I had doubts
I loved her to bits but I never showed such
She took me wrongly and said I was too much.

She cried and bade me goodbye
She said I’d hurt her and I didn’t know why
She told me I’d changed
And was becoming deranged.

It hurt me to know she couldn’t trust me enough
I was lost and lonely, not all that tough
But I went on, regretting not a lot
She grew angry and thought I should not.

She said so many hurtful things
Protested with all my doings
She put me down most of the time
And even took all that was mine.

Yet in the end, I was at a loss
Losing her would be too much of a cost
I love her and I always will
Some things will always be still.

She may have been wrong, she may have been right
And I could have fought with all my might
Beyond that, she’ll still be my mother
No matter what, she’ll always be forever.

Mother's Day

If my mother every reads this: I love you so much. =)