God gave my mom to me
disciplined me thoroughly
Yelling at me every noon
Hitting me with every broom
I cursed God and I cursed mom
thinking that their love is gone
but now I'm all grown up
my love for them now shows up
i knew that i have done bad things
but they're still here to give me wings
wings that are used to love
wings that can give a hug
I wrote this poem right after I wrote my first reflection at Genesis. This poem is for my Mom and for God. Tough they taught me many things, there still came a point that I hated them; and I am very sorry for that matter. This poem is for the bad things I have done to them. I hope forgiveness can still remedy the damages I have done.
written by: Miguel Monasterial
disciplined me thoroughly
Yelling at me every noon
Hitting me with every broom
I cursed God and I cursed mom
thinking that their love is gone
but now I'm all grown up
my love for them now shows up
i knew that i have done bad things
but they're still here to give me wings
wings that are used to love
wings that can give a hug
I wrote this poem right after I wrote my first reflection at Genesis. This poem is for my Mom and for God. Tough they taught me many things, there still came a point that I hated them; and I am very sorry for that matter. This poem is for the bad things I have done to them. I hope forgiveness can still remedy the damages I have done.
written by: Miguel Monasterial
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aus yung rhymes hehehe...
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