U Win Kyi
U Win Kyi Poems
Mother Day (A Neglected Mother's Loneliness And Sorrow)
Every year on Mother Day,
I have many words to say,
from here Old-Age home where I stay,
to my children who live far, far away,
who are too busy, a visit they rarely pay.
My hairs are becoming sparse and gray,
My teeth decay,
and break away,
My mind depresses and in dismay,
My nervous response slow and delays,
My memory forgetful and in disarray,
My legs weak and walk in sway,
I feel so gloomy when the day is without sun-rays,
I feel so scare when the night is without moon-light spray,
I keep the toys made of clay,
with which in ...
Mother Day Questins
MOTHER'S DAY is just at the corner.
Some questions must be honestly answered.
Are you a good son or a good daughter?
Are you angry at your mum's babbling?
If so, remember her breast-feeding to your hungry crying.
Are you mad at her drooling saliva?
If so, remember her wiping of your nasal catarrh.
Have you ever felt disgust at her clothes soiled with stool?
If so, remember her hand-washing of your diaper dirtied with pooh.