Marites C. Cayetano



God knows
how much I love you.

I may not be
the kind of mother
that you want,
I may not have given you
the kind of life
that you want,
but I'm your mother
and no one can change that.

you are so dear to me,
and all through my life
I wish nothing
but your happiness.

forgive this mother
for not having the strength
to protect you from sadness
of being apart
from your loved one.

But child,
I am more sad
when you cry for a man
whom I think
not worthy of you.

So child,
please bear the pain
because I believe
that somewhere
there is someone
worthy of your love.

trust me
you will find that man,
if you just set yourself free
from your wrong love.

I'm your mother...
I have raised you,
and I know
what is best for you.

Submitted: Friday, March 02, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 02, 2012
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