Mummy

This poem is specially dedicated to my dearest mother,

My mother is my doctor.
Though you may not deal with penicillin,
you took care of me with gentleness.
Though you do not work around with scalpels and dig out cancer,
your love is more than any antidote.
Though you cannot close a wound and incision,
you listen and heal my ruptured soul.
You're only a human,
trying to fix another human, your son.

My mother is my engineer.
Though you are no expert in planning or assisting in development,
you have placed one solid spiritual platform inside me.
Though you may not understand deep convoluted physics,
the way you moulded me up is just a simple formula of love.
Though you cannot come up with spacecraft and power system,
your vision has brought me further than outer space.
You are more than Math and Physics,
you're my creator.

My mother is my architect.
Though you do not design modern contemporary houses,
your presence is sufficient enough to sum up my loving home.
Though you may not tackle themes of domesticity, urbanisation or vintage,
you always have your own concept on brining me up.
Though you do not translate from a building into a fascinating habitat,
your heart creates nothing than a perfect world.
You are a piece in this home,
with you I can launch this far.

My mummy's love is something that no one can explain.
Happy Birthday and Happy Mother's Day! I love you