.. Everyday is mother’s day ..

I was sitting in a cab, driving away through the drizzling evening. Cold as it could be, I couldn't help but pressing myself deep in my jacket.

I don't believe in a day being selected and agreed as a mother's day.

But I do have one prayer to God.

I want to show her a place where the green grass grows, and cool mountain drew drops slowly, sapping through the leaves, into the bed of flowers that lay far beyond the horizon. I want to wake her up with warm sunshine that shines gracefully into her room when I pulled the curtain.

I want to remember the fragrance of love and family that I recognize, that stay forever in her bed sheets, blankets, and pillows. I want to remember all the wisdom she told me while I was young, and all the tears she shed for me while I was a hesitant lad, when words come before thoughts.

I want her to be granted a long life with sound in wind and limb, to see me stand firmly on my own foot. I want her to be granted a long life with strong back and waist, so I can walk her to the days of quiet rest and peaceful chatter. I want to be granted a chance to show her how I've changed along the years that have passed, as we both grow.

I don't believe in a mother's day. I believe that everyday is mother's day, when I live my prayer, and walk with this prayer kept in my heart.