I’m my mother’s son,
A kind of person to meet;
I’m her rays of sun,
Always standing on my feet.

She raised me with care,
After the death of my dad;
And with her bro there,
Things just didn’t go so bad.

She sowed love in me,
She did teach me to be strong,
She did teach me to be free
Sailing the life’s seas along.

I’m my mother’s boy.
I’m not at all prodigal.
I’m the fruit of bless and joy;
My life has grown lyrical.

She did pass away,
Over a decade ago;
During nights and days,
She’s in my heart, and lo!

I’m now alone on my own,
Struggling the endless groan.

Written by Ro Arfat Khan
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#WritcoPoemPrompt29

Remarkable was the day of your birth,
Remarkable was your childhood,
And the years that followed too soon,
Remember your journey one last time,
Before you close your eyes.