Poem: If you were my Mother?

As I know my mother loves to read, I am hoping that when we meet again. she will have this truth, as a reminder.

Sad to say

That the job is already

forever taken

But have no fear

My mother despises selfish

Children

She always felt the need

To share.

She made sure we us learn

That yes,

We are our brother’s keeper

Because I have the very

Best Mother

That I can ever desire

She taught me

How to wash, iron, clean

Be boss around the fire

She said to me don’t ever

Let them

She meant women

Don’t ever let make you

A pity

It should never happen

Not at long as my name is

Miss.Cinty

She meant that,

So each time she cooked

I had to stand in that

Kitchen

To learn everything she

Was doing.

For all 50 four years she

Did

A masterful job

Like no one else could

For the time for such

Has long passed

For another to even think

They probably should.

She lives

Just a phone call away

In Jamaica N.Y.

I call everyday

Just to hear her talk

To hear her motherly

Voice

Which to me never

Changed?

When I hear my mother’s

Accent

It reminds me

Of that place where I was

Born

I reminist of this young

Boy

Her son all the same

Playing those Island games

In that hot Caribbean sun

Life don’t always

Throw us the perfect pitch.

Sometimes

We learn much better

When that ball flies off

Course

Sends us into some ditch.

We are always wishing

That life had remains the

Same

But you win some you lose

Some

That’s how the game is

Played.

Because she is this great

Mother of mine

I know she should be

Forever with her kids

But sadly sometimes

They prove to actually

Be better off alone.

She understands

That it is now so quite

Different

Than it would have been

If the islands

Was the place we still?

Called home.

There would never

Be a day

That she would have to

Spend alone

But that’s my mother

She’s as brave as they

Come she’s 91

And still hitting the streets

Most times alone.

Though it’s hard for others

To understand

I being her son,

Those same lessons she

Thought

It what caused me to be?

This man

I truly understand it all,

There is nothing you

Can tell her

Say mom take a rest

The answer

That’s will be coming

I let you take this little

WI test

In this human race

My mother

Is simply one of a

Kind

Before the starter blazes

His gun

Before the cock crows

She and my father

Are always up and around

My mother has three

Kids

Of which I am the youngest

She trained us all real well

Should not be difficult at all

To tell.

So if I had this to do all

All over again

I would need my same

Mother

Let history speak her name.

It a vote taken is to

Be taken for ambassador

Of the aged,

Let my mother be the one

To embrace that stage,

Because that’s the job

For which I am sure

My mother is already

Faithfully Engaged.

No one will be in the front

Of her

If you were my

West Indian mother.

Bless

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