As I sat him on my lap
As I cuddled him so close
As I rocked him back and forth
As I watched his gleeful eyesNow I remember
As she sat me on her legs
As she held my hands so tight
As she rocked me up and down
As she watched my smiling eyesNow I understand
The love my mum had felt for me
The love my mum had given meNow I wonder
After years gone by
Will he ever remember this?
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Did you write this piece?
I actually know how much my parents love and put in for me only when I became a parent myself. By then, my mum has passed on, and I could never recipocrate the care she has given me. *sigh*
ZM: Yes, I wrote this and what you said is true. We only know the extent of the love when we become mothers ourselves.
Comment by zara's mama — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 @ 3:09 pm
Very touching. Indeed, we often learn to appreciate our parents love and efforts only when we became one.
Eileen: Ya, it takes one to know one…
Comment by Eileen — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 @ 5:13 pm
Very nice piece of poem and dont worry… your boy sure remember, just like you remember your mother’s love
but most probably they are too ego to show then… just like my hubby, his soft spot is when he recall his late mother…
wtpg: Hope so lah…
Comment by wtpgrr — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 @ 3:11 pm