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Because I feel that in the heavens above,
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning tears of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother",
Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me.

-Edgar Allan Poe-

I failed to simply show my devotion to my mother in my own words. A divine figure, she is. And words have no worth to sculpture her into a simulacrum in order for others to see her. We call her "Penguin" as she walks like one. People may find that offensive but our mother merely laughs it off and she too is aware of the way she walks. Her voice is poetic. Lying on her lap and having her fingers run through my hair is a mighty feeling which nowhere in the universe has the power to offer such a sensation. Not even in heaven.

"Respect me as your mother but treat me as your friend"

She told us that once but it will eternally be remembered and acted upon.

So, my mother is my angel? No. When you have angels in heaven, we have mothers on the earth's surfaces. When they expire here, they'll be sent through the doors to heaven. They'll never take the form of angels for a change. Instead, they'll remain as the holy motherly figures....much to the angels' envy.

God is unknown but your Mother is not

Happy Mother's Day, Ma!



-Everyday is Mother's Day-

p/s: Don't be jealous, Dad.