𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞
She always said "who falls and gets
up, is so much stronger than who
never fell" My mom is my friend,
my heart, my soul and my world.
She is the one who understands
me, my feelings and she can’t be
replaced by any one, ever. She had
been there whenever I needed her.
Although she isn't perfect, makes
mistakes, loses her temper, goes a
little crazy but the love she give
me can't be compared with anything,
ever.The ultimate love received
from her and ultimately screwed
up by her.Boring TV shows on
evenings, little experiments on
new recipes and shopping at the
weekends. Those were the days.
We weren't wealthy but were happy
and enjoyed what we had. I never
asked god for anything, for I had
my mother and she was everything
to me. I was happy.
God had given me everything and
then out of the blues,took my everything.
Today, as I see myself, I realised
what my mom had wanted. I
recalled the last thing that had
escaped her mouth, “Do well”
was all.She had made me strong
because she knew that one day
I will need the strength to bear her
loss. She knew it long before she
decided to tell me. That something
was eating her up, bit by bit, infecting
her, killing her, very slowly. And that
was the worst thing that could ever
happen to me.
I shouted and shouted. To the gods,
to the deities, to the world. Never
had I ever asked too much, never
had I ever hurt anyone, nor did
my mother. Then why? Why?
I shouted to the gods, day and night,
“Wasn’t my dad enough?
Why my mom too?”
My mother's only wish was to
make me better. She wanted me
to prove myself to the world. And
I promised her.
Today I stand and walk my way
to the large stadium with people
shouting and cheering at either
side, the success shining bright,
not very far.
"𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧
𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞"
Today will be my day, I promise mom.
