Je’Tamie

I was going through my sent folder @ Yahoo! searching for this certain file I forwarded to Aikko a few months ago. I came across an e-mail that I sent you last May as a mother’s day gift. I’ve written a poem then and of course, ineluctably, I can’t help but to be saddened.

I just miss you so much you know.

Je’Taime

By: Kristelle Ann Batchelor

A simple gift,
for a loving mother I call in grief.
Who’s talks and smiles I crave for,
For she’s a thousand miles away from my door.
The beacon of light that guided me through the years,
the icon of love that always gives me tears.
For here I am screaming to convey,
How nostalgia of you often gives me dismay.

Apology is knotted with this poetry,
for all the times I vanished your glee.
Sorry for all my juvenile behaviors,
but admit it, thou sometimes yields you joy.
Sorry Mama for my seldom lack of attention,
of how you veraciously need my affection.
Sorry Mama for my cynical mindset,
I rarely thought how it makes you upset.

Thank you for sheding your love,
being apart may give me a doubt,
but in your powerful hands I’d found,
a concrete shelter as a refund.

You who resembles superwoman,
who possesses a strength like no one.
Innumerable hardships of you are a given,
but nothing can beat your duty as a mom 24/7.

These rhyming words might be but of a cliche,
But for Mama, it defines sheer je’taime.