My One and Only

Clinging onto her arms, staring at her lovely eyes,

she looks fragile yet strongly fine,

she keeps on moving forward whenever the sun rises,

the day still goes, giving pile of obstacles and fear to conquer.

I wonder how the night changes without seeing her tears—without hearing her sobs,

because I know that she's just the only one here in my side.

I wonder where did she gain and get the fighting spirit she got,

thanks to my mother who stood firmly as my mother and father until last.