Why Did You Have to Leave


I used to lie on your bedside,
Now I cry on your graveyard
They told me you went to a holy place
And that’s where you are only safe.

 I asked if I could come visit you,
They said you’ll come in my dreams,
I need you mom, you’re my only peace
Why did you have to leave?

 Remember our dream?
 I wanted you to be in the front row sit when I graduate,
You told me that you would be, but now why did you leave?

 I grieved for your death, but I still couldn’t heal,
It has been a long while since you left and
Pains like it was yesterday I still feel.
Why did you have to leave?

 You said I should read a bible everyday because,
That’s the way to live.
 You said that you’ll always be with me if I stay a good child,
But now you are not here, did I do something wrong Mom?

 I’m sorry if I once bought you tears.
I was young and immature;
I promise I would do anything to see you smile,
I withhold my tears and act strong in public,
However mom, I’m immersed with fears.
Why did you have to leave?

 I cry gazing at your photos,
Missing: the smile that made me bright,
The hug that detained the mothers love,
The warmth of your presence as well as
The voice that made me laugh out loud.
Why did you have to leave?




I found this portrait on the internet and I liked it.  It somehow made me realise the love of our mothers and their efforts in raising us.


Mom, I saw the bill last night.
And it was too much, yet you seemed alright.
You worked hard every day, just so I could have a better life.
I feel wretched for never telling you how grateful I really am,
it must probably be my lion pride.

You have always been there for me.
Even when my days were terrifyingly dark, you never left me,
you were the one who prayed for me.
You watched me grow and always wondered how I would end up.
I have brought you much more pain than joy.

But today; I want you to know how grateful I am to you.
I want you to know how sad I am for sometimes cleaning up your bank account.
You have been the best source of support, financially and emotionally.
There are not enough words to express my gratitude towards you.
But, mom, I am sincerely grateful.

I know I haven’t been the best child,
I was bad news as a kid and made you cry,
and not even the whippings made my bad manners die.
But for everything I have put you through,
for every bad word I uttered and made you weep…
I feel the ramifications haunting me.
And for that I am sorry, mom and I thank you for all that you’ve done for me.
I Love You!