This day, I remember
the passing of my mother

I recall the pleasant memories
the ones of love and affection
she being so dear.

The unpleasant ones
the acts of resntment and dislike,
come up with a vigour.

It is hard to wipe away the thoughts
as the hurt was unexpected and
unforeseen in any annals.

I went through the ordeal
with a stoicism. I believe,
I have overcome.

Did I really? I ask myself.
Didn’t I? I question in person.
I did, I cry inconosolably.

I look at her picture.
She smiles. At whom?
I do not know.

Ma, your love and care
your neglect and disregard
have made me what I am.