Expression And Confession

A Poem by Gilbert Saint

Dedicated to my all mum's in the world.

Expression And Confession.

This ultimate poet,
The one they couldn't put to the test,
He reigns the best, true to the words of the prophet,
This is for all the hard working mother's, you we can never detest.

She worked from midday to midnight, I wonder where she spends the night,
She toiled and sowed till her flesh wore to the bone, my foolishness for long she would condone,
She said: I'm not the the person to look up to.
I don't think she knew, but mum, I want to be just like you.

She wished the best for me,
That if her dreams fade, mine live to be free,
What is it about you that i didn't see, mum, apart from God, none is greater than thee.

For all the days she didn't complain, while I kicked and wriggled in her belly,
For all the time she took insult, yet gave back love,
For all the days she reminded me, that no beast lay under my bed,
For all the times she told me never to live a lie,
She who wiped my tears and made my face dry,
For all the days she picked up the pieces of my heart.
For her son, everything she would do right,
Expression and confession, to all mothers I make my plight.