Mother, Mother, Mother! Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

I remember YOU:
NOT for your manly aggression,
NOT for your gruesome hits,
NOT for your poor judgements,
NOT for your restrictive stance,
NOT for your wordless moments,
NOT for clothing, shelter, money,
NEITHER for those ‘catlike' eyes,
NOR for the scars your punishments left behind
OR for your childish temper

BUT
for making me view equally destructive - lies, sex, betrayal, gamble
for making me understand the idea that I am someone NOT a digit
for making me grasp the principles in tolerance
for making me see the beauty in forgiveness
for making me comprehend the secrets in education
for making me idealize excellence
for showing me that my outlook must be positive and purposeful
for making me see the difference between criticism and cynicism
for making me recognize that life is more than frolic
for all the days spent inside
for all the sleepless nights by my bedside
for being my friend
for being my feet, ear, mind and eyes oftentimes
for making me love me
so
before YOU go
You should know

I...LOVE...YOU... MOM!