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.