Hmmm… mama I did not know
I won't have thrown a blow
I was told
Now you are old
That you were beautiful angel with vigor
And how you suffered for my labour
Very tired and always falling
You hired they were always calling
In the bath room on your knees scrubbing
Sours in your high a painful scratching
Nine months in hot sun, cleaning louvers
In frayed clean cloths never left me to a neighbor
Sorry I made you sick and bleed
For my cause, you saw doctor's blade
Sorry I made you cry, middle of nowhere beg for food
Made you a maid and others called you fool
With all these you didn't throw me in a pool
You understood, edged me to grow to be gold
Mama I'm a writer, the brick you mould
They made you worried but my eyes made you glad
Happy for me, though you lacked blood
I'm so sorry mama I brought you worries
You deserve merry and all black berries
Calm sleeping beauty, I'll call you pretty
Peaceful smiling you don't like trouble
Sorry, I'm guilty for making you grumble
Sorry I made people know we had only water
I didn't know dear you know how children falter
Made talk and shout you almost had goiter
Mama I'm now far away from home
In deep sea thinking through all alone
Mama in my hand I kissed your picture
I'm now a writer, teaching how to feature
Thank mama you are a flower
Thank mama you are my power
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow!this is touching and inspiring.grt job ther,i just luv it.