Dear future daughter

Of all the places we could be, there is nowhere better, safer, more peaceful than our mother’s arm. Being a mother isn’t easy, I suppose. Hard choices had to be made, sacrifices had to be done, just for the sake of their children. We found ourselves fall in love with them, over and over again. Our strong, beautiful mother. May they always be in God’s grace.

Dear future daughter

I shall never let you cry

But I must

Because that is the only way you'll learn how to be strong

Dear future daughter

I shall never let you fall

But I must

Because that is the only way you'll learn how to stand up for yourself

Dear future daughter

I shall never let you fail

But I must

Because that is the only way you'll learn that life require efforts

Dear future daughter

I shall never let your heart broken

But I must

Because that is the only way you'll learn to know your own worth

I do what I must do, child.

To prepare you for anything life might throw at you

And trust me,

Whatever it is that you set your mind to,

Whatever wild dreams that you might have,

Believe me that you can achieve any of them

You can achieve every single one of them

Because you can even move mountains if you want

You just have to believe in yourself.

You just have to believe in yourself as I believe in you

I believe in you always and forever

A.K, 2020.

Written in the middle of corona virus pandemic. Home-bound but never been more grateful, for I am able to see what a strong, beautiful and amazing woman my mother is.

(photo courtesy of google.com)

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