In Mother's Eyes

In mother's eyes

When I was little and in the form of devil
Defiance shaped me in my glare back,
A pot of boiling anger spilling over.
Now I know how mother must have felt,
How hard her life was and I was to raise.
Now I know how I am the fruit of her
Sacrifices and sufferings I'd never overcome,
Following like shadows even after sundown.
Yet I can only be grateful to accept this miracle
Of a life I try to live fully each and every single day:
To be happy is the greatest payback and compliment
In mother's eyes.