She is a woman... always a mother thereafter.

I cried a lot that day
And a little more everyday
I asked God why?
No, I din't want to believe You called for the good ones early
I never really was that bad!
I wished & prayed it was me instead of you
Cos at least mother would not be as lost
Her stray tear would still be apparent
No matter how hard she tried to hide
She smiled everytime she looked at me
In that I saw a godliness that no one else can
Her will was lost but hope was still intact.
"No matter what I will live on to see you spread your wings and fly".
She said one day, "my little girl you shall understand, Why I chose to be a mother first over being a woman"
Don't consider it a sacrifice because this is what I choose
To see the daughter I reared with the love of my life
To help and realise her thineself, to soar and to realise her dreams,
To smile, to be loved and to be able to love".
I will always miss my father
Yet I proudly say I was fathered by my Mother!!

Love you Mommy. There is indeed no one as beautiful as you.