Just For A Day Poem by GEORGE AMADI

Were it possible my mother to have
with me one more time, a lot more
chores would I undertake, unasked,
wanting to do more, if she'd let me.

If I knew sixteen years was all I had,
Mum I would've given one rose a day,
listened to the full story of her life,
and learned every song she knew.

'If wishes were horses', she'd say,
to 'Beggars would ride', lost was I,
then upset, me did call a slow coach;
I, shamed, to work harder promised.

But school never meant the same
after Mum died and I was all alone;
yet, fond memories of her led me on,
hoping one day she'd be back home.

Now, I'm grown up but still miss her.
Oh, how sweet it was to be loved,
and how wonderful it would be
just for a day to have mother back.