When she was born, what I felt was mixed emotions
Will she be able to fulfill expectations?
Is she the fulfillment of my aspirations?
Or will she be the cause of all my frustrations?
As she was growing up, at times I ask myself
What’s gone wrong? I can blame no one but my own self
I believe I have done my best, my very best
But why do I feel I somewhat have failed the test?
She does well in school if she puts her mind to it
I gave her freedom, I trusted her, I admit
I gave all I can, no matter how hard, I tried
It is so sad, that despite it all, I still failed.
Even though that is the case, motherhood never stops
I will still do everything I can do for her
No matter how many times, how often, she flops
No matter what happens, she is still my daughter.