Regret: I delayed showing my love.

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Mother watched me with all smiles as I slept in my cradle.

She held my hands as I took my first baby steps.

Only her presence gave me confidence to match on.

Her embrace, which I eagerly craved for comfort in her arms, was like gold.

Mother was my first love, the best in my company

She satisfied my needs so that I did not lack or covet

She defended me with all she had, sparing no stone unturned

My pride was in her presence always surrounding me

Life began to draw a line between us

I began to have more friends and colleagues

Mother made certain I threaded the path of the just

She would scold me when I wronged and hug me after

Mother was a mystery to me, for she loved and yet, she scolded

I looked forward to independence, to have a feel of life

I was determined to make her proud of what I would become

Just a little more time Mother, you will be proud of me

My intent was to pile up more wealth to show how made I was

I had come home only to be met with emptiness

Hades had snatched her before I could prove myself

My regret was not loving her with the little I had

Thank you for reading through. I would love to have your comments and contributions 🤗

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Hi @jjmusa2004 I enjoyed and felt your poetic prose. It is loaded with feelings of vindication of a son towards himself. He mistakenly let go of time searching for non-existent perfections. I enjoyed it from beginning to end. Thank you for sharing it.

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I'm glad you did

Thank you for your kind words

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What a poignant tribute to mothers! I know our parents' love can appear tough sometimes, it shows their desire for their children to live a just and successful life. As we grow older (and becomes parents too), we appreciate them more and possibly regret not showing them some love in return! Touching and well-written! !PIZZA 🙂

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Thank you for your kind words

You're right, age makes us appreciate more our parent's efforts

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Oh, this sounds so sad, we often drift apart from family when we think we have friends who could replace family.

I hope we get it right, there's no lover greater than family's.

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Yes o

There's none

I have stayed close to my parents.
This is the least I could do

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I always wished I had more time.
And that one day is truly a day I never want to remember...

This is touchy.

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This is really emotional and I always pray that my mom live long to enjoy everything she has invested in me.

Mother's go through a lot for their children and it is a bad thing not to take care of them.

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Yes, may our parents live long to enjoy the fruits of their labours

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A great but emotional poetry for the sacrifices of our mothers. Time and again, we should learn to make them happy.

Nicely written.

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Touching words for a mother. Where repentance prevails. I liked when you say:
"My regret was not loving her with what little I had". Wise words.

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Oh this is an emotional piece. There are cases of it happening but I hope this isn't your personal experience though :)

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Good Morning dear

Thank you for stopping by

Not my experience

I have devoted my time to be close to my parents at this stage of their lives, I'm a medic and I find it pleasurable attending to their health and other needs

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GM too and glad to hear that you are close to your folks. That's the way to go :)

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The love of a mother never dies and it is able to overcome many things. Let's learn to appreciate it while we still can.

Thanks for sharing this thoughtful piece ❤❤❤❤❤

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Thank you for your comment, I'm grateful

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