My mother is radiant and lovely.
A source of prayer and hope.
An angel in human form
A saint amongst sinners.

Only one of numerous things that she is.
A woman of high caliber, poise, and standard.
She walks with subdued elegance.

Wherever she goes, life follows—
The desert turns to oasis in her path,
Barren land becomes fertile
Simply by being there.

She talks with grace and wisdom.
Able to put anyone in their place
With nothing but her words.

She loves her children very much—
Sewing clothes, cooking their favorite dishes,
Forever generous, never playing favorites,
Kind and just to all persons.

She goes out of her way for everybody.
Expecting little or nothing in return.

Patient and poised
She bears her anger gracefully.
Always choosing reason over reaction.

She moves with logic, Acts with strategy

Handling everything with peace and precision.

Oh God, if I could have one thing— Give me the grace to become like her someday. To my children, To my community, To the world. For she is a precious jewel— And I can only hope to shine Even half as bright.

I know I left you all alone at a young age,
But… would you ever forgive me?
Up here in heaven, I watch over you—
I share in your joys, your happiness, your success.

As I stand silently watching,
I see how far you’ve come, all on your own.
If only I could ask you,
“Was it hard, Mama?”

You’ve suffered all these years,
Alone—without me by your side.
The people I left you with cared more
For my worldly possessions
Than for your precious heart.

Looking down, I wonder:
Why couldn’t I stay longer?
Why wasn’t I there to see your graduation,
Your first heartbreak—
All the moments a mother is meant to hold.

I won’t get to hold your children in my arms,
But I’ve watched you become everything
I hoped you’d be.

Through the years,
I’ve seen kind-hearted angels help you along the way.
God works in mysterious ways.

And so, I remain—
Watching silently from above,
Cheering you on,
Loving you from a distance.

One day, when we meet again,
I’ll hold you close and never let go.
My poor baby,
You’ve suffered so much.

But don’t worry…
For now, I’ll send some angels on earth
To keep you company
Along the way.

The monster that conquered my father
It comes when me and my brother are asleep
When the house is silent
When our dad comes home.

It attacks our mom while she lays asleep
It doesn’t care if she screams or not.
Heartless.
It keeps at her.

A battle—
The monster versus our mom.
But Mom never fights back.

The monster is strong.
It conquered our whole father.
We hear our mother’s pleas,
But they fall on deaf ears.
The monster only wants vengeance—
To win,
To conquer.

When it comes,
Our mother hides us away.
She’s scared it will come for us too.
She can’t win the battle,
But she still blocks the door
To keep us safe.

When the monster is gone,
Our father sits with us like nothing happened,
Helping our mom with her blue-black skin,
Whispering fake promises
That the monster won’t come back.

She sits there silently,
Wondering
When all this started.

One day,
She couldn’t handle the monster anymore.
She ran away.

The monster turned into a beast,
Hunted her down—
And it ended
In a ******-suicide.

To this day,
My brother and I
Are still scared
The monster might come

Is this a dream?
I could never imagine you’d want this too.
Oh, how my heart beats in perfect sync with yours.
I’ve dreamed of this moment—
The moment you’d look at me
Like I was everything you prayed for,
Everything you longed for.

My whole existence feels made for you.
Oh, how I love you—
Your kisses, your smile, your love.
Everything about you is simply perfect.

You align with my soul like a missing puzzle piece.
How did I get so lucky to be with a man like you?
You’re perfect in every way.

When you call my name,
You touch not just my heart—but my soul.
My heart flutters when we hold hands.
When even a few minutes pass and I can’t find you,
My body aches, craving your presence.

Your voice echoes in my mind like a song.
And when I look at you, I think of our future—
Our children, with your eyes,
Your nose—the one you think is too big,
But I wouldn’t mind it at all on our kids.

You love everything about me—
My eyes, lips, nose… even my soul.
You find beauty in my insecurities,
And my personality?
That’s just the cherry on top.

“My prince, when will you return?”
“My beloved, I shall return when I have conquered the world.”
“But my prince, when will that be?”
“When you hear the trumpets sounding in the distance, know then—the world is mine.
And I will make you my queen, and I your king.”

“But my prince, why not rule the palace we already have?”
“Why rule a small palace, my love, when I could rule the world?
You deserve to be queen of everything.”

“But...”
“No buts. I must do this—for us.”

“Then, my prince, if you insist,
I pray you live to see the day you crown me as your queen.
May God favor your journey and return you safely to me.”

“My beloved, before I leave, I shall bow to none but you.
No throne, no crown—only you.”
“Then write to me, my prince. Tell me of the world you see.”

And so he left.
At first, letters came—parchments soaked in dreams and dust from distant lands.
But as time passed, the letters slowed.
Then they stopped.

Still, she waited.
Each day, she stood by the window, eyes fixed on the horizon.
Each night, she whispered to the stars.

Until her final breath.

It was then—perhaps in that moment—
That they met again.
In a realm where no wars are waged,
No thrones are chased,
No lovers are left behind.

For though the prince conquered the world,
On his journey back to her,
The Angel of Death met him halfway,
And took him home.

"Come, my love," he told me,
"Let's play the piano and dance."

He extended his hand,
And led me softly to the keys.
We sat together side by side.
Fingers intertwined as we played
Our love song.

The music swirled
Soft, sweet, romantic—
A melody that's shared only by our hearts.
Our toes tapped out the beat.
And then he stood up, dancing in the rhythm.

"Follow me, my darling," he grinned,
"Dance with your beloved."

I took his hand.
We danced there in the room.
Weightless, breathless—
Like walking on cloud nine. Our living room turned into a dance hall,

And the moon, our secret witness.

"Dance with me until the dawn breaks," he whispered,

As the room was filled to overflowing with laughter and love, While the piano kept playing.. "Mommy," tugged a little boy on his mother's coat, "Why is that woman playing piano and dancing in the river?"

She rested in her grave,
Wondering—
Had she lived at all?
Was her life full of purpose,
Or had it slipped away slowly?

She had dreamed to travel the world,
To dance beneath alien stars,
But money was always scarce.
And then one day, money wasn't the issue—
Time was.

She had all the wealth she had ever dreamed of,
But time to spend it,
There was none.
She worked away her life,
Not knowing each tick of time
Was the sound of her life slipping away.

Only now, down below,
Did she realize her hours were lost.
Her dreams drowned
In deadlines and spreadsheets.

Her bones whitened.
Her name lost.
The work she gave her life to—
Lost on without a farewell.

She longed to savor success,
To sip it like wine.
But never got the opportunity.

Now, as her soul drifted off to the hereafter,
She could hear laughter, bright and free
Souls recalling their children,
Their journeys, their pets,
The love they gave and received.

She sat quietly among them,
Nothing to say.
Only silence.