you never were a good cook, your cook is potentially bland, dad's cook was better, thing is he is not the housewife of the house,
you never send me to music class, even though I remember the day I threw tantrum in front of the cousins and relatives, that I envy their second -hand piano. I hated that you pretended I wasn;t there. I wanted to learn piano, now look at what I am.
you never bother about my academics. My excellence in academic throw your responsibility out of the window, you in turn put more concern on brothers who do not appreciate whatever you did. Now look at them, bunch of losers, working in factory wishing they would have done a better school results.
you never cared for my feeling, when I am down and when I am up, those temperature are never felt in your radar screen, it's heart-rending, I have emotional scars till these days, I never could let it go
mum you disappointed me in many ways
yet, I wanna say I love you, cause you have done your best
you have give what's a mum could give
i have gotten what a son could ever need
i guess it's enough
I will work it out from here
Happy Mother's Day
but u tried your best
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