Unconditionally

In a tiny village of the Orient Sea,
Little giggles spark into life because she’s turning three,
She sat on her mother’s lap, telling her simple wish,
‘Mama, I want to be with you all day, please don’t cuddle other kids. 

Fragile breaths escaped her juvenile lips,
As she blows out the fire from her three candle sticks,
She felt Mama’s warm hug and sweet lingering kiss,
The apple of her mother’s eye, a precious divine gift. 

Years passed and it is still the same scene,
The incessant cycle of her glorious moment every other year in the Philippines, 
She felt Mama’s warm hug and sweet lingering kiss,
This time around, she had thirteen candle sticks.

Mama’s melancholic eyes glistened with fear,
For that one specific day when her precious will say ‘You don’t understand how I feel,
‘You always leave me and do you even love me for real?’
Swallowed by inadequacy, a paroxysm of guilt across the sphere. 

Little did she know, Mama is a superhero in a foreign land,
She can do all things even with a platter full of responsibilities on both hands,
This is the version unbeknownst to everyone, 
To my precious, my love, one day you’ll understand!