A poem for my beloved mum.

A Tribute to My Mother.

Treacherous road down this path.
A journey in life with not much laughs.
The beginning could tell of the end,
mould by a lover, a builder my God sent.
The mother of just a crippled son.

Cries of her labour echoes pain in her heart,
for a child of hardship, it only starts.
Endless tears roll down her gentle face,
through love and giving from her tender grace.
My mother and I the crippled son.

Michael Kuan a.k.a Windy G