not for long in this world I shall be
my sons and daughters grieve not for me
i have lived my life, have made my mark
now I am ready, to lose my spark
unto this world I brought forth my brood
and made so certain you all are good
during tough times I have seen you thru
cheerful moments I have shared with you
in your early years when I was strict
and I had to whip you with my stick
never forget I endured the pain
all my forfeit were to your own gain
toil and labor I did to make sure
that you may never end as failure
but for my faults in this life I live
may I now request that you forgive
when I am gone set aside your tear
be at ease and put away your fear
if I must die for now I am ill
then so be it, for it is God’s will.
- between
swaying-crib’s ark and rocking-chair’s arc
is loving-mother’s mark.
(c) Chito L. Aguilar
Friday, July 16, 2010
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