Mom

As light grows brighter and journeys call
Remember the voice that whispered it all
Wisdom of words, reason of voice
Devoted by true love, never by choice

As sun rises, yearning buds bloom
Be patient, her caress will groom
A soul to stand through winds of strife
And bestow to us a better life

As sun sets, shadows loom
Stay keen for darkness soon
Will take by hand, a withered stem
and forever place it in a far away land

At journeys end, night will fall
Only a lingering fragrance to remind us all
Wisdom of words, reason of voice
Devoted by true love, never by choice

About the author: Vince Valenzuela is the Literary Editor of Counterpoint. He is currently a Grade 12 student in De La Salle Zobel taking up the Humanities and Social Sciences strand. He has worked with various student publications, both locally and abroad, and is a member of the Yearbook Committee, Advocacy Committee of MOVE Zobel, and the Public Relations of Graduation Ball Committee 2019.