Poezja

As a boy I wished for the kind of skin
that never could get hurt.
As a boy I wished for for the kind of shirt
that mother would not have to rub in
to get rid of the dirt
 
and I wished to be as glad
as mother constantly was,
and constantly I wished I had
a living loving caring dad
but as the years of my life did pass
some were good and some were bad
 
and I started to understand and appreciate
how selfless mother loves me
and that the depth of her love was great
as the love of a mother is supposed to be.