TODAY AND EVERY DAY
by Beatrice Chung 6U
She’s the person, you know the kind,
To whom I pay little attention, feel blind,
Harasses me from day to night,
Nags me, I just can’t get it right.
‘Annoying’, now that’s a good word
It’s the most suitable I’ve ever heard
What she gives I’ll just ignore,
Her love is just a chore.
The more she mumbles, the less I note.
‘It’s cold out there, put on a coat!’
‘But that’s my way, I want my say,’
Stunned, she smiles, but not in a hostile way.
The cause of the bad impression is now a blur
Can’t talk it out, but still care about her.
Ingratitude whacks like a whip,
If only I knew, if only I had seen the rip.
To the hospital, roses I’ve brought,
Knowing it’s cancer she’s fought,
Hoping there’ll always be time to say,
‘Mother, I love you, today and every day.’