• I won't tell you that your arms are too big or the bags under your eyes are growing deeper. Or that your wrinkles are showing. No, I won't complain.

    For your arms are the arms that held a little child that once was I. The arms that supported my little wings. I wouldn't be able to fly with my own wings without you.

    For your eyes are the eyes that saw my worth. Your eyes are the eyes that saw a bright future in me. If you have not believed in me, I wonder if I am able to believe in myself.

    For those wrinkles are the fruit of a hundred smiles that you have shown me and telling me that life is worth living afterall.

    Perhaps I won't tell you everyday but I am telling you now how beautiful you are. I couldn't think of any mother suitable for me than you.

    Ah yes, they are right. One of the most beautiful word in the world, "mother".