FOR MAMA

By Pretty

If mother was to slam my head for each time I bit her nipple,
Or maybe lock up her milk banks and throw away the keys
I’d have starved to death
But her love outweighed the countless pains!

If my mother was to flog me each time I peed on my shorts,
Or maybe leave me butt-naked as a punishment,
“Died of Hypothermia.” The tombstone would be reading
But her love outweighed the messes!

If my mother was to burn me each time I stole from her pots,
I’d be nothing but a pile of debris
But she didn’t,
So I’ve grown up into an old kitchen thief
But still, she loves me

And no matter how old I grow,
I will forever be her little baby
And she remains my first love
I love my mama