Sometime I wish I could hate you

Your hair gray
Your teeth gone
Still you love
A pouch of tobacco
And spit everywhere.

Bowed back
You cannot stand or walk.
Shaky arms
You cannot hold a spoon.

Cataracts block the light.
Your ears cannot hear.
We wait hand and foot
On you everyday.
And yet
You complain
No one loves you.

Mama, why are
You so bitter?
Sometime I wish
I could hate you.
Can’t you see
I love you?