I afraid to admit, but I need you Mom...

Dedicated to my mom. I miss her and love her so much.

I might be twenty twenty years old,

But I still crave for your food.

Yes, I have someone,

To whom I love so much,

But all she gives me is strife,

Over things I don’t do,

Or wasn't taught to do,

Like how I need to grow up,

And get things in order,

But what do I do, I always had you,

Fussing over my every single mood,

Running after me with bowls of food,

Powdering my face or oiling my hair,

Telling me what to wear,

Handing me my wallet,

You finally let go of my little hand,

To take my first steps on my own,

Telling me, what I need to do,

To care about others and their feelings,

Telling me, what I need to do,
To get through the day.

I have her but,

It’s afraid to admit,

I still need you, to get through the day.

Try she does, to be like you,

Get things done and be by my side,

But here’s how she’s different from you,

I am not her only care,

She has the li’l one, who prances and grows,

And going by my genes, she is as needy as can be.

When she tears up, all tired and dreary,

All I do, is hurt her a little more,

Hoping for the magic to work,

Like it did with you for all those years.

Throw a tantrum and I would be loved more,

Cause you would see that through it all

I needed you more.

But when I say the meanest things,

All it does is perplex her more.

I don’t want to lose her,

But I do not know how to set things right,

Because I always had you as my guiding light,

Now I am lost in the abyss I have built.

Try she does, to be a better version of you,

Protecting me, caring me...

Yet leaving me to be,

To make the mistakes, I need to make,

To be the man, she needs me to be.

With all her love, there is only so far that she can go,

By the way how can I be so selfish?

She’s also have her own life,

How I wish her do that for me as you did,

I afraid to admit,

But I still need you Mom...