Sunday 12 May 2019

Mother’s Day

This is a day for,
Extolling the virtues of mothers.
I do for mine too.
So grateful for my darling mother 
Like there is no other

I forget I’m also a mother
And sometimes that’s  a bother.
 I look inside outside me,
No motherlike qualities I see.

I can’t see beyond my nose!
Everything I want him to get
A good job, income, wife, family…
To boast “my son…”

All the time I’m after the poor soul
Do this, Do that , Don’t do that.
Your age, this this this was that,
You? Look at that.

Often I wonder
About my voice like a thunder
I use, to calm myself at his behest.
Listening to his thunderous silence
I list his faults,
Like a gurgling stream
He too can’t see beyond his nose!
Nonchalantly he goes on as he has to go  
And here I fail to comprehend as always
All my raving and ranting
Can’t change him
Unless he desires so…
That’s that!

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