To Mama

Dedicated to my mother who, in my youth, I did not fully understand.. I wish my callings be sweet to thee; Abate not Oh lady the tenderness I'd missed Prolong thy tenderness and never a dreary; Your genteel should I suck from thy breast. From being a toddler remember I; That not so often I heard thy lullaby. And thence I asked Oh whence I came? I sought for answer; I didn't think ‘twas fine. Then years rolled by I attended school; Why art thou the source of my ridicule? The boys would laugh by what thou hinted; That I didn't fit a sport; I couldn't hit a target. It confused me much – yeah it hurt me badly The way thou saw me was never comely. Mama! Oh mama! I beseech thee Tell me the truth in anyway thou tell me Thou needest not to be subtle in telling the truth Let it be that I can have peace in my youth. The future is waiting and thither I goest Wish me luck; I don't want to be the lowest. Oh Mama, Willful as thou art, bestow in me some courage That even in my lowliness, I can live my life the fullest… Date & Time of Writing: October 4, 1988 12:03am - 10:10am