Mother- Ian Munywe

MOTHER - IAN MUNYWE A queen upon my vision, held in the highest regard. A mentor with a big heart, Keen always to help out. taught me right from wrong, moulded us to her best. Benedictions I voice, pleading with none other than God. Intense trotting hardly ever sauntering, Acute hassle and acute struggle. Determination her definition, pious her description. Too tolerant too supportive, frankly and candidly concerned. A priceless prize she deserves, solely a divine grant. A share of my years, I definitely would not mind sharing. With her, just to watch her age gracefully. On a genuflected knees, Her happiness my only plea. One to adore me, Unconditionally. Even in a camphor casket, still precious even as a broken egg in a basket. Ever concerned, never unnerved. One I solemnly swear to die for, mother remains her venerated title.