A son writes a poem for his mother
HER
By Kaloy JR Ranoco
Sink or swim: 4,3,2,1… VROOM!
A Grand Prix towards life or doom
Thirty-minute race to that room
Clutching at straws, I fought, I zoomed
My victory, the others’ tomb
I was the best sperm ‘cross HER womb
Parasite yet well-intended
Free stay, free meals, free kicks granted
HER cordiality, featherbed
HER love, nine months of summer shed
‘Til the day anticipated
I was one lucky fetalhead
Growing up stricken with phobia
All my childhood paranoia
She shooed away my hysteria
HER embrace, world’s safest area
Arms wide open like a manta
I was an unharmed remora
Teenage was a gift yet a curse
Hormones in turmoil and, much worse
I clamored that lure from HER purse
Despite my crimes, my damn perverse
HER forgiveness, all ire dispersed
The Big Bang to my universe
Scorching winter, snowy summer
A jacket she handed over
Life on a slow rollercoaster
She said the bus is much better
I’m awake but I’m a dreamer
She just snored, I didn’t bother
My passion, a frost-bound ember
She’s a dedicated teacher
My ironies are no-brainer
The list can last ’til forever
With only a poem to offer
And all the syllables numbered
At least, I’m trying to render
How much I love HER, my MOTHER.
(Weng Ranoco is a High School teacher in Maryland. She is a teacher without borders. Weng provides tutorials in CHEMISTRY, BIOLOGY, and ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE. She is a top notch teacher who can motivate and inspire students to learn and excel in the field of Science. She could be reached atweng.ranoco@gmail.com)
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