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Something I wrote after a bout of homesickness |
She was my hero when it came to killing those icky bugs, a patient teacher, when it came to those tricky math sums For all I remember, my mother was my world as I grew up, taught me right from wrong, from weak and strong She understood my limits, which were none, and always told me it can never be done To prove her wrong would give me the last push make me an unstoppable machine- impossible to crush Now she is watching her favorite program on the TV her face set with a frown, the features set in heavy Slowly, her face blooms with oh so many smiles happy that her nest is temporarily filled, forgotten for now are those cursed miles So she makes the best of it and cooks my favorite dishes we spend the little time together-fulfilling her small, but precious wishes As we part, she says that her cute boy is now a handsome man I give her all my love in an embrace, and give her my hand As I lay on my berth , I wince from the ice cold sting on my chest where my mother’s tears made their place…parting from your loved ones is cruel, at it’s best But as the night gets colder , I don’t reach for my blanket, let my emotions swarm the love in that last embrace dear mother, kept me ever so…warm |