To Mama Poem by Godfrey AnguaMante

My mama’s words were the first to say
She taught me how to sing and pray
And how to hope for a better day
She gave me comfort in due dismay
And bade me live the righteous way
She gave me hope, night and day
And red roses in March and May
That I may love as I may
She killed my temper away from fray
And now as I look upon the clay
In which my mama’s body lay
I look to heaven and try to pray
For who and what I am today
On this lovely mother’s day.