I celebrate Mothers’ Day;
Mine has long passed away.
We observe her annual anniversary;
Display on traditional altar ceremony.
Her favourite foods are shared craving;
The livings match not her best cooking.
We dine at home when crowd is small;
Drives to the wall, then move to mall.
Family has extended, more mothers born;
Time has changed, traditional cord torn.
Generations follow impact by social media;
Care not about trade and sentiment mania.
Fathers: it’s wise to update and tag along;
Feel contented, I am happy to sing any song.