Analysis of MY MOTHER, ALWAYS A LADY

    MY MOTHER, ALWAYS A LADY
 I think that I can remember,
The way you made me see the light of day;
The pains you bore,
So cruelly carved upon your, not ugly face;
The spasms playing on your trembling body
When you, in all that world of bitterness,
Struggled to bring me, willingly, to life
While I, like a wicked wretch, took a while
To look and say, goodbye,
To that liquid mess where, in many a month,
I dared my head to rest.

I can surely remember, the tears you shed;
That proud and wonderful look in your eyes
When, at last, you held me tight against your milk-filled breasts;
And I can still feel your tenderness,
That soft and warm touch of your tear-moistened lips,
As you tossed me a long desired kiss.
Many things I have forgotten, but I'll never forget
That divine smile of satisfaction,
Of a long extended toil well accomplished,
So majestically drawn upon your essence and me.

And you were, and I was to be.
Now, I am, but you are not,
And I can't make you be, no matter how hard I try.
I am sad and lonesome, now
Without a trace of you, for you are not, gone forever
Because life has only turned its eyes on me.
Oh, how I wish I were the one who had to say, goodbye!