MOTHER

 

Mother; 

A love language that translates 

Into the same meaning in every nook

And cranny of the world;

The one being that describes LOVE

Better than the word itself.

Mother;

An embodiment of countless sacrifices

That no matter how grave and deep the wounds those sacrifices inflict,

Remains more constant in her

Toils for love than change is constant. 

Mother;

Providence’s most marvelous creation and

The one great marvel that even the 

World’s greatest scientists cannot explain;

Hers was a childhood that knew 

Cold days an endless dark nights.

The ground she walked on ate into

The soles of her feet and drained 

Life’s juice out of her 

But onwards, she soldiered! 

The currents of life’s heavy wind pushed her 

Backwards as faceless hands beat the strength out of her but the purity of will

In her heart pushed her forward.

Now, in her time as a mother,

With the blood left in her veins 

And the little strength left in her body,

She continues her toil to build 

A heaven in the land of men 

For her babes.

With the each second of each passing day,

She lavishes the love and commitment on her

Babes that she barely had a taste of in

Her years as a babe. 

Mother; 

A heart that mirrors the purity

Of the heavens, 

The very unit for the measurement of 

Resilience. 

Mother;

A spirit that bears the calmness of 

Water bodies over which the spirit of 

The Almighty hovers. 

Mother; 

A fierceness that has to be reckoned

With when it comes to defending 

The fruits of her womb. 

Mother; 

Charity, Mercy, Blessing:

The names by which you are known

That truly capture your very essence. 

Mother, MY MOTHER,

Yours are the honour glory that will

Be spoken of in great marvel for 

As long as eternity continues to defy

The gravity of time.