Three Moms 🧡
My first Mom left 15 years ago
Chronic enterocolitis took her.
I was young, sometimes I made her sad,
I argued, I said ‘no’ to her love.
Now I whisper to the sky
Ibu, I'm sorry... I miss you so much.
Then came my second angel.
Yes, an office friend became my second Mom, love chemistry rewrote our story in invisible ink. Family isn’t always blood... sometimes it’s the heart’s quiet choice.
She held me when I was broken,
but cancer took her too fast.
God, if you hear me...
please send one more Mom for me.
Someone make my life feels lighter when Mom holds my hand.
laugh at my bad jokes,
wipe my tears without asking why,
Scream at me for the madness of my journey these ten years,
someone to cluck her tongue at my wounds, then bandage them with stories of her youth, proving, See? Wild things grow into gardens too. Sebuah Taman Bunga Impian.✨
moodstr momstr
