My Mother, maybe like the others
Is conscious in family matters

I know her rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags-tragedy

When I began to be world conscious
Her presence – I was sometimes anxious

For she used to be irritable
Making my simple flaws terrible

Occasionally, she shouts at me
Eventhough I am not far from thee

Yet, my mother’s ever generous
She’s the one who used to buy me toys

Like Tatay, she’ll not make me hungry
That’s my parents’ greatest legacy

Besides that, to her I attribute
My college institute

She worked for almost twenty-four hours
Burned too much her delicate eyebrows

I regret I still can’t compensate
Everything she had done for me great

If given chance to reincarnate
I want for myself to be a straight

So that I’ll not be again her guilt!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection