TOO LATE MAMA

Mama, take your stone
The contention of my bone
I used to talk high as if you weren’t my own
Forgive I was like the hem that was not completely sewn

You used to cry
And ask me to try
To learn at least how to fry
So I can on this long route ply

But I preferred the cane
And complained of being leg chained
When my welfare was your concern main
And I stood to all that gain

Mama, I yearn for those years
When you soothe my fears
And wiped my tears
And raised your glass to both of our cheers

You said I will one day you replace
And that comes at great pace
Now my little ones me do chase
Always making a case

Mama, throw me some help
By sending me part of yourself
I know you’ve expired and blended with the earth
But one does not know until it’s too late

By amoafowaa