poams

A letter to mother:

Someone tell mother I listened

Tell her I never drunk even at parties

And that I was sober at all times

Someone tell mother I did not pretend

I was not hypocritical but called a spade a spade

I have not been involved in city crimes

Someone tell mother I have been true hearted

Mother your son has taken care of a family

And replaced friends melancholy with smiles

Your son needs your advice

He needs your cuddle

He needs you

The tragedy of a family

The hummingbird with its little quill

Nine months an angel kept me in a flower bed

Then the raven appeared and up flew the lark

 Transforming happy into dark

If our shadows have offended

Pray for forgiveness so we mended

For you where once here

Till now your visions appear

And the vanishing of colorful past theme

No more yielding but a dream

Give me your hands and we will be friends

And like I watched you patched my cloths we will mend.