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My Mother's Last Breathe

My Mother's Last Breathe

Your time gradually flies
  From the mud and dust beginning
  You want to come HOME

But even we try to add memorable moments
  We can't hold your breathing and life
  Because every event has finish line
  Because every walk there is a Last Rest

Only we can do is to grasp
  To seize every instance of our attachments
  To remember the caress how you nurtured us.
  To remember the pain and joy of our bonding and binding

All the bliss of honor and nimbus of happiness
  You greatly and wholly share
  Faucet of tears fell
  River of sweat flowed
  Just make us to survive,
  To shine, and to reach the peak of our dreams

You make yourself as a blockade
  Of all despises and scorns
  Covering us with your humility and honesty
  You showered us with your tender love, affection and endearment.

Thank you to all sacrifices
  You have done to us
  Thank you to good values, aspiration and hope
  That you engraved to our being
  Thank you for your noble dedication
  That make us a molded and refined person.

But my mother whisper her simple request,
  “To let her last breathe,
  her last eyes open,
  her last words,
  To be with the GARDEN walking with GOD”


by Bong Herbert Guitang
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Submitted on July 12, 2014

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I started making poems when I was in high school. Creativity and Imagination develop every poem I do. The level of our maturity in poetry brings us self happiness and soar us in all kinds of being and life. I studied Music Composition in University of the Philippines. Through this, it spreads more deepness and bliss to my art and poetry. I believe, INSPIRATION comes to all things within and outside us. INSPIRATION that unifies and serve as LIFE to our being. FACEBOOK:http://www.facebook.com/bongherbert.guitangTWITTER:https://twitter.com/herb3127 more…

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