the pains of child birth,
the smile of seeing me cry,
me biting you calling it sucking,
with joy I was still offered to suck.
I thought you beat me then out of hatred,
I grew up mum,
people are smiling to me with hatred,
I’m finding love but seeing only yours,
I’m sorry for everytime I made you cry.
people ask why I don’t show you off,
posting on social media doesn’t mean love,
I appreciate you all day of my life,
I dont need a “March 11” to do that.
I don’t cherish you alone, my siblings too do,
we are filled with pride by seeing you smile.
making you happy is my top priority.
I don’t need a million dollar to do that,
I’ll just get those degrees,
marry a good wife,
provide you with the best grand children ever,
live the rest of my life happy &
may you live long to reap your fruit of labour