Gazing at the setting sun
From the window of our eldest son,
I looked around and could see
A small framed picture of you and me.
He\'s outdoors and forgot his wallet,
I see no cash; he\'s still a student.
A photograph of a pretty girl
With blue eyes and long hair curled.
He took my side; I did the same,
I remember carving your name
With dedication on that big tree
Where we met, young and free.
I do have your picture in black and white,
Clicked when you wanted my hoodie that night.
A battle of kisses and who loves the most—
It was always you my beating heart chose.
I feel funny about how easily you used to get mad;
Bringing a plate of momo made you calm and glad.
You\'d eat it all and give me the last one,
With a shy laugh you’d come to me, it was fun.
With every flip of life\'s pages, I grow old.
Our son must be tired of our stories I always told.
\"Your mother is my heart, the one I adore;
I love her forever and ever and more.\"