Wednesday, December 22, 2010

As the Night Goes On By Jasen Sousa

As the Night Goes On


As the night goes on
I think about who has taught me
right from wrong.
Her smile glows
with a light so strong,
my mom.

My mom has a heart
made out of gold.
Mom, forgive me
for not always doing
what I was told.

We don’t appreciate our moms
until we get a little wiser
and a little older.
My mom never had a place to go
when she was sad,
but she was the first to let you cry
on her shoulder.

As the night goes on
all I can think about is the life of my mom.
I wish I could hold her,
I could never pay her back
all that I owe her.

My mom has been picked on a lot
because she was caring,
she lived a life that was so daring,
my mom was all about sharing.

Even when she was sick,

she would still be a mother,
as the night goes on
all I can think about is my mom
and how she is like no other.

When I was sick
she would treat me like a king,
whether it be day or night,
anything I asked for,
she would get me anything.
Always made sure I was healthy,
her main reason for living
was to help me.
She would call me
to make sure I was ok,
it was an ordinary day
for my mom to go out of her way.

I am her only son
and she is my only mom,
I’ll never be able to thank her enough
for all she has done.

When people in my family fought
my mom was the first to bring them back together,
as the night goes on
all I can do is think about my mom,
throughout my life I’ll remember her ways forever.

I write this to you as a man,
I have my mom to thank
for all that I have and all that I am.

Mom, I hope you understand

how much I see you as a hero,
I’m far away from you now
as I stare at your picture on my bureau.
No matter how far away I am,
in my heart I will always save a place,
throughout my life
I’ll never forget your special face.

As the night goes on
I think about who has taught me
right from wrong.
Her smile glows
with a light so strong,
my mom.



Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
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Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)

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