I wonder why I never
finished a poem about mom
I wanted to write
about her love for me
-Never demanding:
Unconditional
I wanted to write
about her endless sacrifices:
the tiresome tasks she does to make me live and study
Sickness she has to deal with
while working hard for me
I wanted to write
about how grateful I am to be her daughter
-That I’d been blessed
with a gift that is her
whom I will treasure forever
I wanted to write
about the beauty within her
that never fades, that never
fails to be admirable
I wanted to write
About how a “thank you” and “I love you”
Is not enough as a response to her love
That is all she needs to live
And that I shall never cease to give
I wonder why I never
finished a poem about mom
I know now:
Thee are lots of great things to
say about mom
And a poem would not tell enough