I watched her from behind as I slowly followed in her footsteps. Hunched and shuffling with sporadic jerks, she was oblivious to the fact that her glasses were slipping down the bridge of her nose and her shorts were riding up her thigh. She mumbled in short spurts and continued her way, holding the key in her hand, ready to open the gate from 5 metres away.

I watch her each evening as we come back for dinner. I hold back the tears as I try fervently to recall what she was like before. I try really hard, I do. But the memories are getting fainter and fainter. Perhaps one day they will be forgotten. But no matter how we didn't get along before and how I used to be so upset and angry with her, she's still a part of me. Somehow.

For Mum, I hope this is music to your ears.

You gave life to me
And hoped in your heart I'd grow to be
Someone who'd make you proud
Who'd do all the things you never could

Who'd climb every mountain
Sail all the seas
Dance in the rain and
Swing on the trees

Who'd have a bright future
Better than yours
Who'd find only happiness knock on the door

So thank you for the dreams you dreamt for me
And all the whispered prayers you said for me
And even though you cannot hear me now
Please know that I am thankful for
The mother you have been to me.