I'M Sorry, Mom! Poem by Mary Roshma

You bore me in you for nine months,
You trained me among all blunts!
You were my first teacher,
You became my kind preacher!

You were strict at times, and sharp to me,
You helped me become what I should be!
I used to hate the way you were strict,
And to various limitations you used to restrict!

I never took an attempt to realize,
What in me, you wanted to visualize!
I now understand your love and care,
All that you give me and all you bear!

I've decided to take up all you words,
Because they help me fly high as birds!
I love you and I'm very sorry,
Because I know I made you sad and weary! !