MOTHER

Mother Your bosom I suckled

And my shoes you buckled.

You loved me as I was Ugly as I was;

Walking as a monkey waltz.

You loved when I took

And smiled when I looked

How do I repay your tender nature?

My life is too short for your adequate nurture.

Puffed up and proud you were

In my babbling wear.

Tear marked your face when I shivered

You traded in every silver,

To save me from my painful fever.

Tormented in sadness,

You were in my toothing weakness.

As I stretch up to Heavens

And count my days in sevens

And traverse the universe Hear o people!

Mother was the apple that kept me breathing.

Now I want to manufacture enough oxygen.

To prevent a breath fracture,

By sprouting a million strands of tree

That she will live free

And grow to see centuries three.