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