My Mother

                    

When I first came to this strange world

And desperately cried to wriggle out,

You held me hugging to your heart;

I love you.

When as a child, I played mischiefs

And everyone mistook them for notoriety,

You bore them with merciful smile;

I thank you.

When in school, I had volumes to toil on my table

And the pressure just grew unbearable,

You sat by me night after night tending my nerves;

I respect you.

When for days I was down with illness

And the blinding pain wreaked dire despair,

You were the soothing balm;

I prostrate you.

When as an adult, I tossed on cross-roads

Unable to decide and direct my course,

You stood steady to steer me through;

I revere you.

When I grew responsible and old

And, at your expense, engrossed with family,

You still held my hand like a child;

I admire you.

When Time beckoned from far beyond

And on the final journey, you set out your sail,

Your smile still serene and blissful;

I worship you.

Now that you are no more nearly for a year

Your memories still linger in soft, sweet whispers

And thy rapture shall ever rule our hearts and souls;

O mother dear, I miss thou the most.

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