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TODAY AND EVERY DAY
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by Beatrice Chung 6U |
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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.
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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.’
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