A poet to his Mother

I have not been too vocal in the past
My respect and love for them are so vast
Sings an old ballad: "Some good things never last"
But for me, O Mother, put your trust

My childhood memories with you and the Father
You are in my heart, well maintained, will never be lost
Our countless strolls in Luneta and Ongpin
They were magical as Aladdin's lamp

Your tears well shed tears and laughed heartily
Till my twilight I will always remember

To be happy and love one another
You taught us, my sisters and me beautiful
Forgiveness in our hearts, she said, should be free
The reason we continue to be better

The pains and sacrifices that you have been
I've shared everything with you, know it's true
Every up and downs, you're always nearby
Me-believer, comforting, reassuring

Like a chicken, we have raised alone
As the chicks, we have followed with affection

I could have caught and
You scratched from time to time
Whatever pain I'd had to forgive my rhyme ...
For you, I will always ... hoping to dream ...

I have not been too vocal in the past
Although you know my love and respect are vast
A few years more must pass-oh time, as a joke!
Yet the desire to go home I'll never stop

- On Tuesday 18th January 2005;
Surrey, British Columbia, Canada
While listening to "Ode" to my family "by The Cranberries
('No Need to Argue', 1994, Polygram Records)

© 2005 elf ideas