Mother
Mother, you surpass all
Your care like layers packed
Altogether to cater forever
That beyond leisure you treasured
Mother, the way you smiled
When I wailed
And the way you laughed off my toughs
The bough you fed my hunger
To please your daughter
You hid your anger
Mother, the measure of your gracious sachet
A sachet packed of love and tenderness
A sachet that bloomed to open
A scarlet heart whose little memory
For your daughter forevermore a story
And the tatters do not matter mother
For you gathered the masterly together
Courageous you did not disown
My shut eyes
My disability, your inability
Mum you added spice
And my wrongs
You hesitated not to make nice
Forevermore your favour my saviour
I live to chant,
To chant your name on a flag
A flag I will always rise, and raise to flag
To flag your true feminism my heroine.
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