Mama

No one to teach me

Cricket, me angry

Blaming you insteada the absconder

Shared your love for him and the creator

Whose favorite son was also made to suffer

You hold di pliers like a kitchen utensil

As you try to fix mi little bicycle

Mi only source of family value

I wonder

If you know

How much I love you

Work all day, come home tired every evening

Still you never miss a PTA meeting

No one to teach me

Cricket, me angry

Couldn't tell you bout my anger

Questioning the love of the creator

Seems like just another absent father

Remember how I try your patience?

But Jesus told the devil he should get hence

No one to teach me

Cricket, me angry

So me shatter half a dozen glass windows

Then you kneeled and ask from help from Jesus

On the wall with the bearded picture

Beside the photo of the hallowed absconder

Mama

I wonder

If you know

That you're my saviour