Poetry

From my mother I got love that is endless,
that comes selflessly in silent sacrifice
and some people see this as insignificant
but Dad far too early was missing in death
and of him I sometime just have knowledge;
.his qualities come as a suggestion.
 
From mother
Discipline and zeal comes to meaning,
her steadfastness is a strange thing
in a world where people do not keep themselves in check.
I know what love is, in the forgiveness
of mother.