After many years, I remembered your advice.
You urged me to relax, to prevent raging, and to enjoy my numerous benefits as a playful young soul.
You're gone, and your legacy tarried inside my heart.
I entered dark thorny places during my lifetime, and in every struggle, I emerged a winner.
Your true knowledge and philosophical wisdom never disappointed my actuality. Mom, I owe you my happiness. You made me understand my dark side. You taught me how to resist. I'm not a raging volcano, nor a  pack of wild horses.