Dear Mother
Dear mother, please pardon me,
please don't wipe me from your memory;
For, the road that I have taken
was not what you wanted to be.
But I want to thank you still
for guiding me then through the hill;
Though I was often careless
on my grip upon the wheel.
I tried to climb the highest mountain;
I tried to find the golden fountain;
But my only consolation
is that I'm proud I was my captain.
I tried to dig a golden well;
I traveled to and back from hell;
But the only thing I'm proud of,
is that I braved the fatal spell.
I tried to take the risky stake;
I squandered for pleasure's sake;
But I learned my greatest lesson
to not to dwell upon my mistake.
For, there must be a tomorrow
when I can mend my pain and sorrow.
I can still set a tawny trail
for the youngers to follow.
April 18, 2023
Letter To My Mother Poetry Contest (1st place)
Sponsored By: Anouchecka Gangabissoon
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