Every year on Mother Day, <br />I have many words to say, <br />from here Old-Age home where I stay, <br />to my children who live far, far away, <br />who are too busy, a visit they rarely pay. <br /> <br />My hairs are becoming sparse and gray, <br />My teeth decay, <br />and break away, <br />My mind depresses and in dismay, <br />My nervous response slow and delays, <br />My memory forgetful and in disarray, <br />My legs weak and walk in sway, <br />I feel so gloomy when the day is without sun-rays, <br />I feel so scare when the night is without moon-light spray, <br />I keep the toys made of clay, <br />with which in your young age, you played, <br />to keep the boredom at bay. <br />I keep these toys to prevent sorrow which wants to slay, <br />my lonely heart which already is frail and frayed. <br /> <br />To my grandchildren, a Filial Piety, you need to display, <br />so that they would know how to obey, <br />to you when you are old in later days. <br />Otherwise they would say 'nay, ' <br />and do according to the way, <br />you did to me before, down into the grave, I lay.<br /><br />U Win Kyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-day-a-neglected-mother-s-loneliness-and-sorrow/
