The most ungrateful being of God
that is “me” now and the “me” in past.
Let me strive to turn a new leaf
from ungratefulness to be grateful.
When in childhood I did cry….
and fuss over the foods without a shame
Mom said all the foods I must try….
I gave her scornful looks with the ugly glare
She would give up and cook once again..
and I thought that’s how I made her tame.
I was ungrateful, sure I was…
For I valued not her love and care….
that could see not her child go hungry to bed.
Whence I grew, I didn’t look back…..
at the numerous hours dad struggled outdoors.
While mum played with me and cared for me
although she was exhausted doing plenty chores.
I never expressed any gratitude for the efforts
that made me rise and shine a capable man.
An occasional word of thankfulness I did utter
when I got a new toy car or my cricket bat….
and I flashed those with pride wherever I sat.
I saw to be grateful at the worldly objects of pleasure
But failed to appreciate the bigger gift of their upbringing.
I hated the early schooling years of education
that now I realise was one of the most precious of gifts
for which they struggled and even cut corners
so I became that successful man they wished to see.
Ungrateful I have been all my life as I flash back
Those demands they fulfilled of vacations abroad
that came somewhat dearly but nevertheless.
The branded stuff that became my choice…
was handed down with glee without a thought….
and at most times without a fuss.
Did I ever feel grateful for that luxury?
I fretted and fumed,
yet again and again….
That I didn’t like their restrictions….
though they said they thought well of me
How could I be so selfish, the child I was..
unappreciative and complainful.
I saw not the hidden burden of the loans
and even failed to observe the tears held behind
as mother wiped her face in pretence .
Oh! I am so ashamed, so very ashamed
of the ungrateful being of God I am.
That now I realize all those pains
and the silent heartaches….
As I upbring my little ones….
with all the care that I may dare.
Remembering dad’s long working hours endless
and mum’s nostalgic embrace boundless
And now I express my gratitude
and ask of their forgiveness
at being so blind to their loved ness
when they are ageing and need my care.
I ask thee God to give me strength
to return some favours towards their end
of keeping them happy and content
without any malice or selfishness.