MOM
I'll make you tea
as you always said
stay away from rain
don't get wet
shout on us when we play
ate sand with gay
slattern, we were
you bathe us till the next day
your smile when we back from school
you exclude us amid those fools
take away all our worries
let us play with tools
when we grew up
we made you dishes
you always said you like them
even when they're not likable.
now God took you away from us
we'll never get to hear your words
your shouts and preaching
with whom we will make fun of our relatives.
I left with regrets and insurmountable grief
can't wait to be there where you are.