You call me son.
I call you mother.
Sometimes we have fun.
Some times we run;
From each other;
And from the world;
And from our emotions.
We find ourselves,
In different worlds,
But swiftly, we unite.
Nothing destroys our ties;
And nothing will make us lie.
A strange composition;
Different complexion;
But True emotions,
And true relation.
Mom:
I thank God for being your son!
I wrote this poem for my mom sometime ago. She passed away in 2021 of Cancer. May she rest in peace. Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
