Mothers
MOTHERS:
All they ever do is raise.
And never stop to praise.
They always seem to care.
And never once you find them tear.
No matter how much we do them wrong.
They always love us as their favourite biltong.
They’ll always have golden hearts.
And make sure you miss their parts.
Never once they tell a lie.
Unless it’s to protect your eye.
You won’t need to stand in a line.
Course maybe you’re kind of pine.
I promise you once she’s ready,
She’ll be the perfect remedy
APHIWE MKHWANAZI (15)
Copyright © Aphiwe Mkhwanazi | Year Posted 2018
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