Mother of Mine

Mother of Mine
May 9, 2010

Langley's Daydream

Mother of mine, how far have I been?
From the womb of yours to oceans deep,
From your loving arms to the hostile desert sands,
To the farthest corners I ran, never looking back from whence I came
Yet every step I took, you missed me still.

Mother of mine, tell me how hard has it been?
From the moment you found out I was going to be around, your dreams cut short
To the moment I arrived in your arms, burden on your every walk
The heavier I grew; the toll motherhood took on you
Yet every pain responsibility gave you, you loved me still.

Mother of mine, how many tears have you shed?
From my heaviest breathing to deathly convulsions' embrace
From the news of war to all my shameful failures
Despite my mortality that became your sorrow
With all the worrying I gave, you were proud of me still.

Mother of mine, were you scared then?
You were just nineteen, and the world was so big
I took your youthful beauty away and put those wrinkles on you
You had to wrap those ambitions and took a gray hair or two
You know I could never pay but you’ve never asked for anything still.

Mother of mine, would you change it all?
No more sleepless nights or the choice to put the food in mine instead of yours
You didn’t have to lie and plead to my teachers in detention that I was really a good little boy
Nor smile proudly of my diplomas, because you could have been with yours
Yet if you were given an option, I know you’d always pick to go hungry than see me so.

Mother of mine, remember how you use to tower over me?
Now these three little boys ain’t so little any more.
So busy with our ambitions, we forget to even call.
We waste our time with revelry and women; we’ve forgotten you’re the best of them all.
Though you’ve always remembered me, Mother sadly I can’t say the same for you.

Mother of mine, I hope you could hear these words
Your undeserving son, just want you to hear.
Mother of mine I’ll make it up someday
They’ll know I’m your son and the things you did for me.
When you’re old and weak, and the world has forgotten you,
Then, even then like you did Mother of mine, I will love you still.