Dear mother

Sometimes I get the idea of terror that would be
Had she not been there by my side
On every Monday morning waking me up,
On every Sunday night when I demand for dessert,
Every lonesome day when I need her shelter, her gentle hands with love, resting on my head,
That made the fear of evil long gone.
Sometimes it takes me by a surpise how awfully close I am to her,
Yet in instances I tend to forget
And sometimes for a while I tend to repel.
Each one of her smile it shines bright on my bold shoulders,
Knowing that it takes its path from my aids,
I feel that last inch of happiness that
Only worthy are made to know of.
Our relationship is not so different,
I am mischievous child and she spares no rod sometimes,
Yet in the heart we both know,
Us, we love each other more than we know of.
Words are sometimes so difficult
For human heart needs no words to connect
If mankind is honest enough today,
It knows it well the one’s worth waiting for.
In this very little life I have lived,
I can’t thank you much for this undivided love and affection you gave.
In this life and in many others too,
Dear mother I love you the most.