Buyunde Acura Sylivester (8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)
All You Did For; 'Thank You' (I)
Suddenly one day had to come,
That was her time to say bye,
With her shrunken wringled face,
She was dead.
But why's all this coming back to you?
Hitting you like a crash of thunder!
You never jus' cherished or respected,
Her; your real mama.
You had a chance...
I remember, your time of birth,
Mummy spent hours birthing you,
You cried every night despite,
In the middle of her nap,
With no spare gap of peace,
This's all you done to thank her!
I even got you many a time,
Dropping that ice-cream
Precious mum bought you
All over the floor,
At that age of four;
This's how you said 'Thanks'
Remember even those smooth, safe journeys,
To school. She drove you,
You thanked her by closing car door,
And no bother to even barrow a gaze back,
At the age of six, age of schooling.
Mummy tried her best,
To win you a smile of comfort.
She paid your music lessons fee,
At that age of ten,
All you did to say 'Thanks'
Is to never dare practice.
I even recall, at age of twelve,
When she paid for your summer camp,
And you never wrote any single letter.
All you could do to appreciate?
Beautiful mama took you to a movie,
That year that followed; you and friends,
And for you to say thanks:
You asked her,
'Can you sit on a different row! '
While you were 'way, she expected your call,
Eagerly waiting at that important ring! ring!
But you thanked her by,
Being on phone all day long.
When she cried on your graduation at college.,
You did party out with friends all night,
No bothering to tell her 'mum am okay! '
All you did for 'Thank you! '
At the age of eighteen, aging mama,
Carried all your bags and stuff,
To your campus,
All you could do to thank her,
Was to yell 'Go away! '
Embarrassed in front o' friends.
At twenty five, you get married,
I thought this time you cou'd say 'Thanks'
Mummy cried for your happiness,
You did move past-half across the island country,
And even no bother keeping in touch,
All you did for, 'Thank you! '
When in your early thirty(s) ,
Mother got older and emaciated,
She cried for your care for her,
You thanked her by saying,
'She's annoying! '
Why now cry at her eternal rest,
Just say bye!
Why should it hurt you?
When she's gone!
Mum did her best for you till her last,
Tip of breathing.
Remember: we have one dear mother,
Love and appreciate her efforts,
While with that chance!
Buyunde Acura Sylivester's Other Poems
- A Blister of Fate
- A Day of More Nights
- A Good Sermon
- All For Dorcas
- All You Did For; 'Thank You' (I)
- All You Did For; 'Thank You' (II)
- Choose Your Hobby Wisely
- Christmas; Heart Of The Year
- Commitment Of Guilt
- Day After Tomorrow
- Days of Toto Zuri
- Far From Reality
- Foe Of All Fall
- For Happiness, Wait!
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