Dear Son
I am happy,
that soon you'll get a degree.
Unmeasured hardships and difficulty
paled in comparison to your promising destiny.
I am almost numb,
accommodating all the misery;
rearing you has bestowed upon me,
but never did I cease loving you unconditionally.
I cried a river of tears,
bathed from the rain of prayers,
sought refuge from spiritual comforters
before sufferings lead to emotional disorder.
I am happy,
that soon I will be free;
with all the best you can be
now, I can rest in peace toward eternity.
*Mama*
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