Our child is two years old now
It’s been three years since you became a mother
Sweet anticipation
Endured pain
Sleepless nights and inexplicable restlessness
All exchanged for unparalleled cuteness

Hearing that heart-wrenching cry
Are you okay?
Seeing the red thermometer
Are you okay?
Saying not to be uncooperative
Are you okay?
Having all your time exhausted
Are you okay?

I also wish that when I’m not there, she would cry for me
But that would be an unbearable burden for you
You told me she pointed at the phone’s light in the dark from the next hospital bed
And asked if that was Daddy
Only then did I realize she often thinks of me
That alone is enough to bring tears to my eyes
My love for you is different, yet equally warm

I can’t do much
And now I’m not by your side
I hope you can take good care of yourself
Illness will heal
The days will warm
Time will grow old
Turning into memories with a filter
May the heartache and warmth turn into vibrant colors
Filled with my love for you