Mama's Best.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i fully remember that night
when i lost in an
oratorical contest,
mama was beside me
when we went home
inside the car and
she embraced me
saying that i gave
my best but the
judges by personal
taste chose another.

'you are still the best
my son' she said kissing
my forehead.

i have always known
mama as the best.

how can i not live
pursuant to her
wishes? for in her
before she died
my understanding about
what life is
(it is not a race
but a personal journey)
has since then
become perfect.