Mother!
Nursing on your broad body,
I have grown strong in limb and thought.
Never have I lacked the necessities of life,
and I have even taken more
than needed and, sometimes,
more than what was good for me.
Mother!
Not once did you hesitate to succor me;
not once did your generosity falter.
However far afield I wander,
every molecule of air exudes your kindness;
every droplet of water is a tear of love;
every ounce of soil your fond offering.
Mother!
Forgive your child all his foolish excesses
and reckless exploitations.
Over and over have I plundered and wounded you
like a nocturnal thief,
thinking you would not notice or mind,
or not thinking anything at all.
Mother!
You lie before me bleeding,
and I am the callous cause of your plight.
Unable to hide my guilt or shame,
I stand trembling at your righteous wrath,
which is as certain as your love.
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