I love you, Mum

All numbers in the world are numb
Unable to express how many times I want to tell you:
I love you, sorry for my being so cold, my Mum,
Your LOVE is pure and clear as the mountain dew!
My late and silly words of vain remorse –
They cannot heal a single wound in your adoring heart.
What are the affluent treasures of the empty Universe,
When I have thrown your LOVE aplaying like a dart?
Mum, thank you for my birth, for your entire life –
Your precious gift which no one could forget!
My gratitude was but a treacherous knife.
I love you, Mum, and yes, I do regret