Poetry About Mothers Novels & Stories

Nagsimula akong kumanta nang mahina. "And tomorrow night The lights will appear Just like they do on my birthday each year What is it like Out there where they glow? Now that I'm older Mother might just Let me go." Sa wakas ay tumawa si mama. Humiwalay siya sa yakap ko at tiningnan ako. Dahan-dahan siyang tumango. Nanlaki ang mata ko dahil do'n. Anong ibig sabihin ng pagtango niya?

Pero hindi pa rin napigilan noon ang unti- unting pamumuo ng galit ko sa kanya. Being a mother is not all about sending gifts and presents. Being a mother is being a mother itself. Hindi kailangan ng kahit ano, gaano man kalaki ang halaga, para maging ganap na ina. Ang presensiya at pagmamahal lang ay sobra na. Pero kahit ganoon ay naisip kong bigyan pa rin siya ng pagkakataon. Nangako kasi siya na babalik siya. So I waited and sit still patiently.

Mahabang katahimikan ang namayani sa amin. Napatitig ako sa mga bituin sa langit. "I know it takes a lot to be a mom. It takes strength to show up each and everyday, even when you don't think you can. It takes patience to teach your children all the things they need to know. It takes empathy to feel their pain when they don't have the words. It takes forgiveness to forgive yourself every time you got it wrong. And most of all it takes unconditional love, because no one will love your children the way you do..."

“I don’t know how to love as a mother should. I have no guide, no foundation—only memories filled with pain.” Napakagat siya ng labi at halos mabasag ang boses niya sa sumunod na mga salita. “My own mother didn't even touch me in the way a mother should… she never held me with warmth or care. I never felt her protect me, never heard her speak softly, never saw her look at me like I mattered. All she ever gave me were wounds—physical, emotional, and scars that never really faded. Puro sugat ang iniwan niya sa akin—pananakit, pagwawalang-bahala, masasakit na salita. And because of that, I never—never—knew what it was like to be loved by a mother. Not even once. And now... now I don't know if I

"At sapat na ang katotohanang 'yun para sa akin. Ilayo ka man nila, palitan ng pangalan, bihisan sa paraang hindi ko magagawa. Hindi mai-aalis ng mundo na ako ang mama mo. Ako ang totoo mong ina at anak kita." And he will never ask for another mother, siya lang para kay Art. Umihip ang pang-umagang hangin mula sa bintanang malawak na naka-bukas, sabay no'n ay ang pagka-tuyo ng luha sa mukha nito at ang pagtangay sa tampo at poot na kinimkim ni Art sa dibdib niya nang matagal na panahon. "Mama..." he uttered out of nowhere.

She has decided to let go of the past and, starting today, she will renew her life. “I hope you will allow me to be a happy mom. Thank you for bringing me into this world. Thank you for being a good mother to me. Thank you for all the sacrifices you have made and thank you for being the best mom in the universe. Mag momove on man ako sa nangyari sa atin, but always remember that you will stay in my heart and mind forever... I love you, Mom. I will always love you.” I sniffed weakly.

Ni hindi ko man lang siya nakasama ng matagal. Mama, Nanay, or Mommy, Whatever you call them it never matters. You're Mother is the most amazing person in the world. She is your companion, sister, teacher and a lifetime teacher. She has a warm and understanding heart that helps you whatever the situation is. May mga mama na sobrang supportive at napakabait. At meron rin namang hindi mabuting ina. Kahit ano pa man, palagi nating tatandaan na ang magulang ay magulang pa rin. Kung meron man na nakakaranas ng kalupitan ng isang ina. Ipagpasa-diyos niyo nalang dahil hindi kayo pababayaan ni Lord. Always remember that.

--- --- "Being a mother is not about knowing everything." --- --- "It is about being willing to learn every day." --- --- Naramdaman kong namasa ang mata ko. --- --- "Do not give your child the life I planned for you." --- --- Napahinto ako. --- --- "Give your child the freedom to create their own." --- --- At doon... --- Tuluyang nawala ang bigat sa puso ko. --- --- Dahil kahit wala na si Mama... --- Naririnig ko pa rin ang kanyang pagmamahal.

I can't even thank them personally, maybe tomorrow I'll be gone, and at least now I can still do it. I'll put Jacob first. Dearest Jacob, Thank you so much, thank you for giving me the happiness that no one else can match. Thank you for giving me the experience of being a mother. Thank you for giving me one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received. Even if you don't remember me, I hope you remember, you have the feeling that you are happy with me. I hope you remember the things we promised each other while we watched the sunset. I want to own you, I want to hug you, I want to kiss you. But I do not know-how. I don't know if that's still possible–

Sa bawat hakbang, may kalungkutan na sumasabit sa kanyang isipan, isang pakiramdam na hindi siya ang nararapat dito. Pumunta siya sa isang hardin kung saan naroroon ang ilang madre na nagtatanim ng mga bulaklak. May ilang madre na nagdarasal, nakapikit ang mata at malalim ang pagka-isip. Ang hardin ay tahimik at puno ng mga makukulay na bulaklak, mga rosas at lila na masarap titigan, ngunit hindi kayang punan ang walang laman na bahagi sa puso ni Celeste. Napansin niyang ang mga madre ay may mga pormal na ngiti sa kanilang mga labi, ngunit sa mga mata nila ay may mga hindi naipapahayag na saloobin. Bawat madre ay tila may isang lihim na hindi kayang ibahagi.