I Never Forget Poem by Fate McFate

Just late yesternight, as i gained sight,
i felt ma'am looking at me,
and said, 'go, son go.'
jollyly she sighed, 'that's my son'
for on my fours, I made her proud.

Early by daybreak, she faced me
with a word from her lips
but many from the radiance of her blissful
eyes.
Their halo conspired her trust
and hopes before my feeble acquaintance
assuring me that am mom's best.

Go. She said, go
get me a documented honour,
annexing to me a lunchbox.

I look through the eyes again
I see those engraved words
20 years wrinkled her face
but young are the pinnacles of her trust.
Time has only been a word to her.
Go, son go.
She says again.