Purity of intent and devotion unmatched,
There she stood, with bated breath.
A minute runs by the clock,
As she awaits on tenterhooks.

In the mirror I stared –
At a reflection of You,
Illuminated with beauty,
Perched my First Love.

Growing up it pains her,
As goodnight kisses waxed and waned.
Time together shortened,
As the tap dripped dry.

Your watchful eyes gaze,
As your endless scars glow.
Spanning the endless sky,
My love could only multiply.

How you do it so effortlessly,
I will never know.
Till I become a parent,
Such parental love will then snow.

Simple joys of affection shared,
Often avoid our heavy eyes teared.
That simple ‘Love you’ that often eludes us,
Can well make Momma merry.
And so we take the splendid bus,
On such love for those you ferry.

To the Mother bear on whose knee,
Make me a child again,
As you rock me to sleep,
Or least lullaby lasts,
With our hearts tightly clasped.

She who raised me, I love you so.
More than you could ever know.

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning within: A tributary poem I wrote for Mom’s birthday.