You are not a perfect child,
but neither am I a perfect mom;
that doesn't make you any less,
for my soul, you're the perfect home.
I matured as you grew,
from a toddler to a teen;
exploring the world, learning from mistakes,
trudging roads where I have been.
Your rank doesn't matter,
neither the stream you choose;
what matters is your resilience,
spring back whenever you lose.
You will discover as time goes by,
there's no one who never faltered;
but success never eludes those who try,
never give up till your inner self you conquer.
Not all days are sunny,
nor all nights long and dark;
somewhere through the darkest night,
you will find the spark.
The spark that will kindle,
and keep you from giving up ever;
and anchor you to keep believing,
keeping you a fighter at heart forever.