Photo by Ricardo Moura on Unsplash
Photo by Ricardo Moura on Unsplash

That night you lain sick
When I suckled eager
At the last drop of strength
Off your withered body
Did it hurt, Mother?

The time you laid the stones
Paving the path for my feet
When I tread away in shoes
Off to a sinking marsh barefoot
Did it hurt, Father?

That walk down the aisle
With me as beautiful as can be
In your eyes, of the world you hold
When you smiled with aching hearts
Did it hurt, both of You?

I know, I do know, I always did
Believe my eyes, as you always did..
My words, only the froth
Of what boils deep inside

Becoming of a Love, of one of a kind
That you’ve laboured ‘n moulded
Mellowing me to pause and sigh
For I still have a long long way to go..
Till I become What You Are to Me!