Affectionately Yours

I carried you.........
Ten months in my belly;
when you were born I
had the pleasure of mother Mary!
When you were growing
day and night I watered you
with my tears........
poverty's tears!

I saw your belly full,
and mine half
it was always a pleasure to me
I shed happy tears
Whenever I saw your pleasant face!

That day I dreamt that you
would rise high
and make me happy
But................
today I'm in an elders' home
Still............................
I'm happy whenever I see you
I greet you
Because I'm your mother!
my darling son.

by Benildus Johnson

Comments (1)

it is a very touching poem.