Proud

Mother, you did me right,
you carried me nine months in womb,
sacred tomb of your soul.
Bore pain in birth like no man would suffer for me;
you loved me more for that,
than any man would ever dare.

You saw me grow,
the years for you were not kind,
but you stood by me, through storms against the sands of time.
You taught me more than you will ever know,
humbled by your side, I did not have the time, to show all you meant to me.

Mother you did me fine,
We butted heads from time to time,
but in each hour of aching need,
you were there to comfort me,
a life raft in an ocean of grief,
steadfast against the winds of time.

Mother, please do not be sad,
you did what you were made to do,
you gave me all you ever had,
a love never less than true.

and when I perished from all this world had spat at me,
you wrapped me in a gown,
and buried me in the ground,
mother you survived what I could not,
mother you did me proud.