Oh What To Do? Poem by Abel Bolaños

Then tell me,
Of a mother’s love.
That unconditional, undying, unselfish love.
Tell me of how she forgives,
She gives her heart, expects nothing back.

Then tell me,
Of a child’s love.
The antithesis of his mother’s.
Always taking, always testing, always selfish, this love.
Tell me how at birth,
He looked into his mother’s eyes and
Gave her his heart, expecting nothing back.

Then tell me,
Of this hopeless romantic.
And his simple, uncluttered, uncomplicated love.
Tell me how he says
To go stand by your man, while his brain melts in his skull.
He gives his heart, expects nothing back.

Then tell me,
What to do
To get over you?