I still remember that when I was in Form IV, in Anglo Chinese(Methodist) School, Klang, my english teacher made us wrote this poem, about a mother writing to her son, on life. This is also a poem which helps to pull me through life.
"To My Son"Do you know that your soul is of my soul such piet,
That you seem to be fibre and care of my heart?
None other can pain me as you, son, can do,
None other can please me or praise me as you,
Remember the world will be quick with its blame,
If shadow or stain ever darken your name,
"Like mother, like son" is the saying so true,
The world will judge mother largely by you.
Be this then your task, if task it shall be,
To force this proud world to do homage to me.
Be sure it will say, when its verdict you're won,
"She reaps as she sowed, this man is her son."
