Godmother
She walked the path of righteousness
where her foot, through faith,
would not be moved.
Her days were long
but still she walked
the way of which the Lord approved.
Mother of my mother,
the love you bear for every soul
I cannot imitate,
for it was real
and true to heart:
a love the that I must intimate.
The accolade you would refuse,
and humbly so decline
but honour bound to any other
who bears a cross with such resolve
while teaching me to do the same,
I can't endear like you, Godmother!
Copyright © Alastaire Arendse | Year Posted 2021
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