Mom

16 years ago she taught me,

How to write on a paper.

Nowadays I tell her,

How to explore screen touch.

When I look at her, 

She just not the only definition of all perfection,

But also my greatest source of inspiration.

She is always there to tell me,

What is right and wrong.

But also says never ignore that,

Your heart sings whichever song.

I am her daughter,

But she never wants me to be like her.

Absolutely I'll be her version,

But independent, free spirit,

In short reflector of her effort.

One who always considered me

Beyond the condition of this world.

Always told me that individuality comes very first.