My Mom, The Queen, the lady in soft cushioned heart. I love you. From the first glance on my tiny feet, tiny hands and cute ears. She knew she had her hope. On a day like today, not that I don't recognise her all through, its unique in a way, much heartfelt and soul connected. I celebrate the most times she sharpened my bends, getting them straight. As much as I will get mad and think she's being unfair, but most of the time she's right.
I wouldn't lie but I guess my brother and sister celebrate her more than I do. I just do it in writing but you can see it from the handsome superman's eyes and the pretty little angel's face. Avida, we call her. Calling her momma is too mainstream for a sweet lady like her. We had to customise! You wouldn't even want to know what it means.
My heart beats mom, my conscience always strives to please mom, my smile, resembling her own, shows mom. To the depths and heights she goes for me, am thankful. Gratitude and obedience is all I can try paying for all, though not even an inch enough compared to what she's done for me. Am blessed. Forever honoured being a daughter, most of all a firstborn.
The world is so mean, most at times we hear young innocent souls thrown at their very initial stages. But we reached here, you wouldn't imagine how fast I have grown, much wider than her, much taller than her. But when it comes to beauty, that's debateable! My woman crush everyday,my royal lady and most amazing mom.
I love you today and everyday. I live to celebrate you.
