Forgive me Ma !
Forgive me Ma !
When I was six,
My mother was the best thing happened to me,
My day would start with her,
And end with her,
She was my happy place,
She was key to all my troubles!
When I was sixteen,
My mother was like the demon dressed as a lady,
We would fight all day,
We differ on almost every thought
Can't hate her much!
When I was twenty siz,
Away from home,
lost in the maddening crowd,
I realized that my Ma was much better than the world,
She was what she was - inside and outside,
Unlike the fake temporary world,
I would cry every day
I would die every day
And I lie to you everyday- "Yes Ma I am fine"
Wished I could be 6 and 16 again,
Now that I am forty six,
I realized what Ma did,
And why she did,
I miss my Ma,
I feel like apologising
for every word that I said.
Can she listen me in heaven?
I know my daughter hates me,
And this thought kills me!