(This poem is a tribute to my mamma ( as I call her) for being an amazing mother, for raising two children single, working hard to put food in our hungry bellies, for loving us so much, for setting us free and fad away)
Carried in warm waters of her womb
for 280 days ,raising two children along
with abuses of father who existed in
Ran from pillar to pillar, shore to shore
in scorching heats and icy colds to put
a loaf of bread on that severed table
brutal reminder of wedding that
once too place.
The sheer poise in her demeanor will
guard her children from, the evil that
dwells in this world,that assuring smile
would blanket her little ones from the
coldness that only humans are capable of.
And when the time came she walked
two steps behind waning and waxing
like the aged moon,for sons who were
once lovers turned blind, feebly tamed
by the shrewd ways.
What she achieved was extraordinary
no bills or coins of worth but the
glorious grace to stand on her own,
A lesson learnt since she a woman
came into the world.
It didn’t matter there was a beautiful
symmetry in her fragile body, the
enthralling rhythm in her walk and
that charm, a rare one that some
She was to be a vision which shines
without rays of cruel Sun, she was to
guard her place of work, learn to be
loved without a man on her side.
From the high cliff now that I see, this will be
be the world of some father and sons,
of few dimes and family names but I’ll
always be my mamma’s little girl!