I Would be Naive
by Bryl R. Tyne
Many my life’s ventures you know,
Though most you are unaware
Yet, you never cease to support me,
Where you’d otherwise not dare
Why?
Because you are a mother. My mom,
A nurturer by trade,
A defender of all that is good,
Not just because we are things you made.
And yet, it is you, who made me.
You, who blessed me with this life.
You, who taught me hope and courage.
Yes, you mom, through all the strife
From a life born not of luxury,
But importance and truth can never be bought.
No, I didn’t learn the manners or etiquette you hoped
But to care, to love, and to survive.
I owe my success to you, Mom
For all that you have taught
Your children, then and now.
I know, I will never forget.
How without understanding, you loved me,
And you loved me without regret.
So, I thought, why not return some love,
Maybe the support and praise.
But I know I could never out give you mom,
I would have to be naive.
I Would be Naive © Bryl Tyne