She is the perfect mother


She is the perfect mother by all means;

She has a perfect boy and a perfect girl;

She has a perfect husband and a perfect job.


But you, my girl, you had a broken life with a broken heart;

Another bed to wake up from;

Another body to satisfy;

Another needle to stick in;

Another street to stand on;

Another broken smile to put on your face.


Her children go to private school;

Your child was sent somewhere far away;

She drives a four wheel drive everyday;

You were beaten, bullied and even stabbed on the street.


But you, my girl, for me you are the beauty by all means;

I would not change you for the world.

If there are sunshine, flowers and happiness for everyone,

I would deliver to your door and kneel down by your feet;

I would wipe all your tears away and give you all my heart;

You will be loved,

For this moment and for every moment in your life.


She is the perfect mother;

She has another perfect day to enjoy;

You had another cold night to go through.

But you, my girl, you deserve the best of the best;

You would never hurt anyone,

All you wanted at the beginning was a piece of bread.


She has a wonderful life to live on;

But you, my girl, your body failed you on coping with drugs.

She has the perfect role to play;

You are the dusts under a stone.

People remember you nothing but another girl with twisted life.


But you, my girl, you will never die from my memory;

You will carry on living as you wished,

In the garden of heaven with anything you want around you.

My girl, you are not lonely anymore.


Maybe I am just another sick bastard,

With deep sadness filled in my chest,

With all those beautiful dreams drifting in my mind,

Never learn to be happy,

Never learn to catch the real joy in the real world.


She is the perfect mother,

And you are my perfect girl.


(Inspired by the story of Melanie who died of drug overdose many years ago)