Love, the kind that doesn’t fade,
The kind that warms my heart,
On the coldest nights and darkest days,
The one greater than art!
I found that love in your arms,
Your lap, in your warm embrace…
Your soothing voice, your prideful eyes,
That gleam upon your face:
When you look at me, and through me
And forgive all the lies I tell,
Although they pinch you in your guts,
You keep your smile, while you go through hell.
Your fathomless kindness, I don’t deserve,
Yet you keep me afloat while you drown
In the sins of my own doings
With not even one little frown.
And now that I see, I try to feel,
All those years of sacrifice,
That you threw away on me
On someone so laden with vice.
They’re visible in your forehead, mother
From when you tried to correct me,
And your beautiful, tired eyes, mother
From always trying to perfect me.
You held me when I was shoved by all
You held me so tight
When I shrunk in sadness, you made me tall
You took my blackness and gave me light.
I feel this guilt, this heaviness
For I can never even start to repay
The one person I truly love
Much to my own dismay.
Dear mother, I will always know
The cost of love you paid.
It’s in my skin, in my bones
In every loop of my braid.
With love,
Your daughter.