A Mother called Judith

By Jojette Asumbrado Ramos

The simple smile yet enigmatic

Grinning mischievously, what could you be thinking?

Vibrant and alluring, I understood why my dear father’s attention was caught

My memory of my mother when I was a child

New dresses of vast colors, of different styles and forms

Heels, with swaying hips that goes with it

Curly and cascading hair, oh wait, just like mine

The vision I had of my mother in my pre-teen years

Changing office uniforms every a year or two

Black shoes and all that, include too, stockings for smooth legs effect

Bags of all sorts

My mother to my eyes in my teen-age years

Suits, lots of travels

Sporadic long meetings

Reports, speeches, dinners and lots of managers wanting her opinion or her presence to their region

My mother as a General Manager of M. Lhuillier Jewelry Stores

Even at home, she still manages as much as she can

She maybe tired and beaten, but she still strive as much as she could muster

Being a strong person, could be a cursed or a gift

I wanted to believed that it is a gift

As a mother myself

I could feel some sacrifices each of us had took and will be taking

Belonging from lineage of strong women

We know, we will always be standing in the midst of trivialities

Happy Mother’s Day, mommy Judith

Life may toss and turn

But never forget that Avkez, Tisoy and me will support you in however we could muster

It may not be as you wanted but it will be to our best efforts

Your only child - Jojette