The silence behind the mother

There is a strange love in this world that sometimes I don't appreciate - Mother's love. No matter who you are, you are an extraordinary mother in my eyes. Life and the years dragged her along with busy chaos.

Sometimes looking back, she will surely regret her youth. Sometimes, mom seemed to have to lean on those skinny shoulders to ward off fatigue. Motherly rain and sunshine without a complaint. Mom went home early at night.

I know this life, you must have become a man with your father. To take care of our children together. So every time I lie beside you, hugging you from behind, I always have silence.

The silence in me is sadness because my mother still cannot rest my hands to work. It is the pain when a mother refuses to say a word to me about her painful back. Is regret for ever making mother sad and angry. It is the silence I look at myself to try harder.

My silences almost always have mothers. I'm not brave enough to be sad in front of you, just daring to embrace the back that carries so many years and years of my life. Therefore, whoever has a mother, love her more, cherish the love that you will never find anywhere else in the world.