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I started to write a poem about the joys of Mother’s Day
But then I remembered my mother died a few years ago
So I thought I’d still write the poem for all mothers,
But then I remembered my mother died a few years ago

So I began and words appeared at my finger tips
But I still remembered my mother died a few years ago

And then I thought what would my mother wanted for Mother’s Day?
So I turned on my memory projector to remember my mother’s life
Like a fast rewinding film I saw many happy scenes unfold
A smile or two replacing the frown from creasing up my face

And then I was aware words was still appearing at my finger tips
While the life of my mother continued to rewind in my mind
The face, the eyes, the smile, the mannerisms, the motherly quips
Pity none of the words rhyme, let alone this uneven line…

So I think I should abandon this idea as a fruitless exercise,
Cos I’m still remembering my mother died a few years ago,
And even though the weather man said it would be hot and sunny,
It’s suddenly started to rain from out of my eyes…
For I remember my mother would have wanted only three things:
Just for me to praise God, a good woman and be happy…

Happy mother’s day all you living, loving, caring, mothers,
My mother would have wanted you to be really happy too!

I hate being in love,
sometimes,
For everytime I meet someone I like
I go through torture,
wondering,
if every word she say is truth
especially when we’re apart
for a start.

Yet when we’re together,
sometimes,
She loves me with an intensity,
that wipes all doubt,
right out
of my mouth
and my head
until I’m dead
and I rise again…