To: My Mom Poem by Possawat Piankij

Lying in my cradle, I saw your face.
Then, you cradled me, looking into my eyes.
I never forget your warm embrace.
That good time is always in my mind.

When I am sick, you look after me.
You never go away, staying beside my bed.
You are so worried that I can see.
Upon being better, I kiss you on your face.

Your love is very profound.
I do feel very grateful.
I promise not to let you down
And behave well to you.


- One Whistle -