I miss you Mum. I miss your response when I called ?Ma?. I miss your cooking. I miss chatting with you. I miss your chubby face. I miss you telling me stories about yourself before I was born. I miss the warmth of your touch. I miss your soups. I miss all the major and minor decisions you made for me. I miss the blooming adeniums that you cultivated. I miss how you made sure that I was never lacking in all the essential things that were needed to manage my disabilities. I miss your Pak Ki Ki Chi Soup. I miss the unconditional love that you showered on me. I miss listening to you hum What A Friend We Have In Jesus. I miss your Fried Fermented Bean Curd Pork. I miss you calling me ?Ah Choon?. I miss you calling me ?Babi?. I miss your Fried Teochew Noodles. I miss going shopping with you. I miss eating out with you. I miss having lunch with you. I miss having dinner with you. I miss how you comforted me when I was down and out. I miss how you had stood by me through thick and thin. I miss how you never gave up on me. I miss how you had always supported me on whatever I did. I miss how you massaged me when my muscles ached. I miss how you used to surprise me on my birthdays. I miss your soft gentle voice. I miss buying gifts for you. I miss holding you in my arms. I miss you holding me in your arms. I miss telling you how much I love you. I miss your Chinese New Year red packets. I miss the red packets you used to give to me on my birthdays. I miss your smiles. I miss how you nursed me when I was ill. I miss resting my hand on your arm as I fell asleep. I miss how you cared for me all the time. I miss the sense of security you gave me. I miss how you encouraged me to follow my dreams. I miss you mothering over me. I miss you wiping away my tears when I cried. I MISS YOU MUM.
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I cried so much thinking of my own mum while reading this, truly beautiful, I have never seen God, but the only thing that comes close are mothers. Thank God for mothers.
Where would we be without our mothers? They are the foundation that we build our lives on. They are the pillars that hold up the heavens. They are the roof that shelters us from the fiercest of storms. Next to God, Mothers are the greatest.
I think that this is a beautiful poem. my mum was my everything and still is even though she is not with me she is still with me in my heart. i miss her so much. my mum died when i was just 8 yrs old but when she was with me it was fun we had so many good memorys. well i really enjoyed readin this poem. from kerry nolan
I hope you will find consolation in the good memories that you both shared. Parents, though that may no longer be here, hold a very special place in our hearts.