Mother’s Day- A Poem

A poem for Mother’s Day
by
Ronald Hadrian

Mother is the fifth gospel

But here is a confession

How often have I treated her right

I watch her work from dawn to dusk

Yet, I wait for her to wash my plates, a sad sight

How often have I made a good coffee

or a surprise dish for her.

I have seen her sacrifice

Yet, I remain in the state of apathy

Like she is entitled to work,

while I slumber on the couch

Her old age brings ailments

And I hesitantly do some work

but soon I give reasons like my fruitless work

and hide behind my inability( But how does she do all that work!)

This is all clear now, she will love me

Even if I don’t do any thing for her

but then, like some wise man noted

It is better to give a rose everyday

than a wreath on her funeral.

It is better to be with her like a friend

Sharing with her work, and listening to her story

then one day missing her, and posting

hypocritical whatsapp wishes

that disappear with the mid night stars.