A POEM FOR MOTHER'S DAY: "THANK YOU MOM (AND I'M SORRY)"

Each time is closer Mother's Day and there are already many parents who are writing dedications and poems to congratulate their women this day.

Yesterday we showed you a poem for Mother's Day of the "pretty", of those with sweet words and traditional rhymes to which we are quite accustomed.

Today I wanted to offer another poem a little more childish and realistic, closer perhaps to the feeling of children and a little less deep (although, I hope, with more humor). Let's say it comes to say the same as yesterday, but in another way:

Thanks mom (and I'm sorry)

Thanks mom, for those nights you didn't sleep,
for laughing those days when the diaper was not enough, for carrying me in my arms against what people said and for all the kisses you gave me in the belly.

I'm sorry for throwing you up,
for having painted the sofa with a pen that is not washed, for not leaving time to iron a sad shirt and for waking up at seven on Saturday mornings.

I'm sorry for asking you something to eat and not eat it,
for hiding the CDs under the furniture, for leaving the laptop's keyboard just without keys and for making you change my pajamas several times.

Thanks mom, for not leaving me alone when we went to the emergency room,
for taking that "thief" child away from my toy, for not caring about having such dark circles and for not insisting that I go to the toilet.

Sorry, for opening the food when you haven't paid for it yet,
because you have not seen the hairdresser for a thousand centuries, for walking around the house, giving tumbles, with the glass, and finding myself alone, climbed on the counter.

Sorry, for opening the door and going out to the landing,
for going home with the toilet brush, for empty SMS to your contacts and for always having you looking for the keys.

I'm sorry for opening the freezer and eating the ice cream,
for putting the TV remote in the washing machine, for not having noticed it and putting it in the dryer and for all the crowds that I have not yet carried out.

And finally thanks, mom, for being by my side, it's sunny or rainy,
for laughing when I walk with your shoes, for the days you are still standing, even when your strength fails and for your kisses, your "I eat you" and your hugs.