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    The poem reminisces about the poet's mother and their early experiences together. It discusses 3 key memories: 1) The poet's mother rescuing them as a child after they started a fire, 2) The mother encouraging the poet on their first day of school despite her own sadness, and 3) The mother's pride in seeing the poet succeed and graduate. Throughout, the mother provided support, guidance and love to help the poet overcome struggles. The poet expresses gratitude and continues to remember their mother fondly, even after she passed away.

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    The poem reminisces about the poet's mother and their early experiences together. It discusses 3 key memories: 1) The poet's mother rescuing them as a child after they started a fire, 2) The mother encouraging the poet on their first day of school despite her own sadness, and 3) The mother's pride in seeing the poet succeed and graduate. Throughout, the mother provided support, guidance and love to help the poet overcome struggles. The poet expresses gratitude and continues to remember their mother fondly, even after she passed away.

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    I Still Remember, Mom..

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    SYARIFAH NORASYIKIN BINTI SAYED NOORDIN Moe
    The poem reminisces about the poet's mother and their early experiences together. It discusses 3 key memories: 1) The poet's mother rescuing them as a child after they started a fire, 2) The mother encouraging the poet on their first day of school despite her own sadness, and 3) The mother's pride in seeing the poet succeed and graduate. Throughout, the mother provided support, guidance and love to help the poet overcome struggles. The poet expresses gratitude and continues to remember their mother fondly, even after she passed away.

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    ‘I Still Remember, Mom’

    by
    Teacher Syarifah Norasyikin binti Sayed Noordin

    I still remember, mom,


    The first time I learnt
    I like to see things burn
    In the bathroom
    I was sitting on the sink
    I discovered a box of matches someone had forgot
    I took lit match the toilet roll
    And reveled in the flame
    And you mom, rescue me
    Despite putting me into blame.

    I still remember, mom,


    The first time
    On the first day of school
    You told me
    To go put down my bag
    I knew you would be gone
    by the time I returned
    Even though you denied it
    Through my tears I understood
    It was for the best
    But this didn’t make it hurt any less
    But you, mom
    Convinced me to be brave
    With the way I should be engraved.

    I still remember, mom,


    The first time
    I never did learn to count so well
    Nine, one, one, nine
    1
    I couldn’t keep from setting things on fire
    But you mom,
    Kept on encouraging me
    with the right measure.

    I still remember, mom,


    The first time
    Your tears fell with joy
    When you saw me walked up the stage
    Eyeing me with handful of reward
    Achievement after the sweat and tears
    The struggles and hardships
    which I’ve been through
    All these whiles.
    The loving hugs you engulfed me
    Made me wonder with sanity
    That you are more worthy
    Rather than the sea of treasury.

    I still remember, mom,


    The first time I learnt
    That stars were big and burning
    I thought to myself ‘twinkle, twinkle’
    is not so little after all
    Some days I drowned in my grief
    And it would be an awesome blaze
    Which I, too, can burn big
    Though I am the only one striving.
    But mom,
    You turn the agony inside of me
    Into the moments of glory.

    I still remember,
    The first time
    2
    You stroked my hair
    Touched me gently on my cheeks
    Wipe away my tears
    Calm me down, nurturing my rage
    Tenderly, you told me
    “Remember dear
    Don’t be tired
    Of being a good, noble person to everyone
    Being good will bring you serenity
    And God will always there to guide you
    Wherever you go.”

    Up until now
    I still remember, mom
    All your first timers
    The caresses you showered me
    The advice you pampered me
    With the longing looks in your eyes
    Still lingered in my mind
    Though you were never there for me again
    May you rest in peace
    My prayers will always be with you
    For eternity.
    Thank you, mom…
    I love you…

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