Mother
When I was a kid,
I never think about life,
About the tears falling from my mother's eyelid,
About the sweat running down her face just to do her multiple tasks as a house wife.
I became teenager,
I was so stupid to think that myself is just the only matter.
There I was happy hanging out,
Where there she was worrying where I'm about.
I talking her back like I has a right,
Whenever she ask me why I went home very late at night.
I never told her how much I appreciate all those simple things she have done.
Cause I never thought that one day she will be gone.
No more preparing my things before I went to school,
No more cooking delicious food that can makes me drool.
Appreciate all the things your mother's doing,
Because you never know what precious thing you'll be missing.
