The Day I Made Mom Cry

The Day I Made Mom Cry

When I was a little, I remember;
I was a troubled petite soul
I worried, I feared, in sleep I shudder.
Ever so afraid, about nothing.
Then, I made mom cry.

When I grew a little more, I remember;
I was a somewhat rebellious
I was rude, ill-mannered, often I screamed at her
Yet she stood by me, all these while
Then, I made her cry.

Now I’m older, and hopefully;
An aspiring young lady
I work, I strive, I want to achieve
Keeping in mind, hopes she held
And now, I still make mom cry.

Eighteen years of life thus far
I have made mom cry more than enough.
Of joy or sorrow, doesn’t matter
Hurts all the same to see these tears
Cause I made them fall.