Exhausted from a day’s work,
You held me when I awoke.
Struck with illness at year one,
You forced an unpracticed hand.
Reminiscing, I wept.
Did I ever care for you?
A few pennies and tired shoes,
You taught yourself to raise me.
Muting your own heavy dues,
Just to ensure I was happy.
Remembering, I regretted.
Have I given enough to you?
Broken at year twenty-six,
The day I boarded the ship.
To pave my own destiny,
Your sadness gave you away.
Reliving, I ached.
Have I ever considered you?
Frail, resigned and depleted,
Only the cold air survived.
Gazing at a house that’s empty,
You finally let go of me.
Reflecting, I grieved.
Did I ever say ‘thank you’?
Brought you home in a box
Laid you at a special spot
Dreaming if I thrum your song
That you might still sing-along
Surrendering, I sighed.
Did you know, I loved you?
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