Sitting on the dining table, staring at her food,
I watch her with my very own eyes,
And wonder what’s going on inside.
Her eyes, they tell a different story each day,
Tales that I just can’t relate to
So I take a moment, maybe two, just hoping that she’s okay.
Sometimes she’s my angel in disguise,
And others, not to comment would wise.
But she’ll always be my silver lining
If ever life turns into a dark cloud above me.
Mother, I have not the courage to express my love,
Sincerely, I hope that you will understand.
Disobedience, dishonesty, cowardice
Have sparked a mean streak in you not once, not twice
You’ve accepted me with all my flaws
But sometimes that’s too hard to understand.
Insecurity tells me to keep my feelings inside,
I fear your unconditional love is taken for granted.
Mother, I ask your forgiveness,
Too immature I was to understand,
That you and I, we’re one and the same
One mind, body and soul we’ll always remain.
Now I bow my head and cover my tears,
And lay this down with humility and compassion
A tribute to you, a sign of true love and gratitude.
Zama Ferin, X- C.