An Ode

I was never able to express such words when I was young,

what your face was like after I sung a song,

You told me to watch my tongue,

but you did not have to do all this for my small lung.

Your melodious routine calmed me,

to the point where I was able to be free,

By my side, a welcoming warmth,

the cold never stormed.

When I was hurt,

you came forth to give me yogurt,

I must say, your cooking is heavenly,

it helped me become full of energy.

You let me go places,

but what about you, I have not seen you go for ages,

you care for others too much,

it makes me wonder, what you have yet to clutch.

But I am a selfish fool,

I cast you away as if you are a tool,

I’m sorry, will you forgive this soul,

I need you to wipe from me, my charcoal.

This has yet to end,

when you grow old, I will gladly tend,

know this, for this is forever true,

Mom, I love you.