The boy with weird punctuation, is 42 years old today
No, today is not the day of his birth
Another day, that followed a once dark night
The news today is about presidential elections in my sweet lawless country
My country folk, Are always doing something with their time
Even if the work isn’t contracted or paid
They do offer great services, While carrying interesting talents
I stopped answering invites for weddings, Now more funerals
That’s two events I do not go to now
Since my mother stopped speaking, I finally enjoy telling her about my day
With effort to go through every detail
She didn’t enjoy our family, guess I got that from her too
Tearing-Ly I do miss making her laugh out loud
She raised me good and took care of my fits, sometimes shouting, sometimes with a smacking
That didn’t break me to tiny snow flakes
Witty, funny and sincere, These were the colours she used to dress
Wish to tell her, “I do not what to say when people ask about your health!”
Always the words fail