I loved the sound of her voice
So quiet and soothing against the noisy world
Her hands were capable of healing any kind of wounds
Be it scratches from a tumble or a fall
Or the ones caused by unfiltered words
Uttered in irritation by all

Her eyes shone with kindness and understanding
That crinkled at the corners every time she smiled
Upon hearing my disgruntled moaning
Which in my eyes made her more beguiling
Thus virtually stopped me from frowning
And effectively ceased my whining

When it comes to the people she loved
She took everything in stride
Nothing was ever a big deal, not even her pride
For the last fourteen years
In bed I whisper every night
"God, how lucky you are to have my Mamang by your side"

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