Mother's Day poetry competition 2019 entry by Ng Tsoi-yiu
We asked our readers to write a poem about why their mums are so special and what she means to them. Here is one of the entries. It has not been edited.
This Mother's Day, give your mum the gift of poetry to show her your love. Maternal love and repay
Where a place can always see her hand
I would never imagine her eyes replace by else
She whispers the lovely and incredible stories to my ear during night
Her ear gets close to me and I tell her my secret in darkness without light
Yawning when morning, tiredness never stop her from yawn
Owl just as her, every day is a sleepless night, never rest until dawn
Understanding her hardship, the balance of family and work but herself is never be considered
Help me to cover the body with the quilt at midnight
A warm action but not just for the cold body
Various of loves are gave to me,
Even heart is being melted by the maternal love, how blessed am I?
A big meal is prepared before the sun wakes up
Housework is the great duty did by her
A day is always long, time wanders but she runs
Preparing lunchboxes for family, ironing the washed clothes
Preparing the scrumptious supper for us, washing the dishes
Yawning after the housework but she have to complete the jobs of a magazine editor
Midnight, I stay in my dreamland, the lamp never off, the light shine at the whole night
Of course she’s fond of her works to revise the content in magazine
Making everything look perfect is her responsibility and I am be suggested to learn from her
Even colour and size of words, she is considering
Nothing can be done well if we work casually, she always says
Truly, I am be advised to learn from her since I do all my homework worse
On the side of mothers, their children seem like an unexpected gift from god
Nothing can hinder us in the destined meeting, everything is only control by fate
May, a month of maternal love and repay
On the day of Mothers’ Day, a special day
Truly love and thank from children to mothers with any method
Half of a day is spent on her, she may touched and cry by the caring and supportive action
Every mothers always love their children, you always be the best in the eyes of mothers
Readying the carnations with the rosy pink colour
’She work so hard but I always take the devotion as granted
Dear my mother who is best ever
A promise to you, I would treat my every work seriously
You often upset with my untidy room, I would clean up by time to time and never let you down ever
“I Love You,” my dear mother