Something about the light breeze on the 5th of May takes me back to the bedroom where I was raised. With the out of tune piano that mended all my heartbreaks, I wrote my first songs ever here where you just listened as I played. Nostalgia trickles down my face onto your letter for me before you went away, it said. When I was young like you, I was tough like you, and I fought like you, but I hope it's easier for you. I wasn't as loved as a daughter, but as a mother, oh I knew no matter what I'd save the very best for you. Dad's hair is thinner and grayer by the day, but rest assured he's healthy and in a happy state. Our house is old, though he never wants to renovate, but I guess it's great that places always stay the same. Suddenly nostalgia trickles down my face and on the 5th of May I thought of what you used to say. When I was young like you, I was tough like you, and I fought like you, but I hope it's easier for you. I wasn't as loved as a daughter, but as a mother, oh I knew no matter what I'd save the very best for you. Even though you're not here anymore, empty house, dusty frames, rusty doors, every year on this birthday of yours, I feel you here beside me. When you were young like me, you were tough for me, and you fought for me, and it wasn't as easy as can be. You loved both your daughters, and there is one thing that holds true, I found the very best in me because of you. And in your final weeks, you were tough as can be, and you fought for you against all the pain you went through. With every changing chapter, you still were what my strength might prove. I found the very best in me because of you. One day I'll try to be a mom as great as you.