Dear Mom... 

Every morning, the warm scent of rice from the cooker stirs me awake, 

The rhythmic echo of your footsteps, back and forth,

Followed by the sound of boiling water pouring over coffee in a cup,

Truly, it becomes a harmony I always long for, 

And, a melody I always wish to hear,

It is etched clearly in my mind.

 

Dear Mom... 

Your voice through the phone gently caresses my longing.

 

Dear Mom... 

Thank you for every ray of light you have poured,

For every tender bite you have fed me,

And for the tireless bike rides that took me to school.

 

Dear Mom...

Thank you for the life you have sacrificed to make me someone.

I'm sorry for taking too much of your light,

I promise to shine with the brightness you gave me.