Jumat, 23 Maret 2012

A Poetry to Mother

Wise man say, the world itself is not perfect, and We live within it. I know nobody can be perfect, I am not a perfect son, but to me You are a perfect Mother. This is only a little gift from tour sincere heart son.
Since I am mature enough now, I hope You can rest a little and reflect about Your own "Vehicle". Please drive safely in Your  "journey". Happy xx, Live Long and In Prosperity.