Mama Poem by Quincy Moses

Mama, this is my confession to you before I take my last breath.
I'm sorry for telling you this before going on a date with death
Remember when I said God and I were in good health
I lied and kept to myself how I truly felt
I've done some bad things mama, but you always saw the good in me.
Broke some good cups and didn't pay the fee
Thank you for defending me when Mama Nnkechi said I stole one of her goats
The truth is I stole it mama, sold it and bought some coats.
But mama I don't want you to remember me as a liar
Though in the family of four, I was the bad tyre
But you drove me around like your only sire
Thank you mama for always loving me
Even when I couldn't get out of this mire