Mother is like a diamond.
Glorious like a pearl
Pure like a gold
Worth like a jewel.
Mother is like the complete of season.
Like a spring, sweet and beauty.
Like a summer, warm and sunny.
Like an autumn, dainty and lovely.
Or like a winter, magic and fancy.
And sometimes, she is like a wind.
Able to make my tears become dry.
Able to make me reach the sky.
And able to calm me by.
But...
How many times I make her scream out?
How many times I make her cries a lot?
Have I made her happy or not?
God...
Please remind me whenever I forget.
To not make my mother sad.
The best angel I can get.
