Mqther

Mother Insult a King berate a queen Even a president in between Be foolish and ignorant if you must But to attack a woman is quite simply unjust Study the moon study the stars And soon the interest will fade Why not study a woman a lady She’s fearfully and wonderfully made With hands that are strong and gentle From doing chores that’s never done Her hair grey too early from too many hours in the sun Lots of hard times it shows in her eyes Tongue sharp when needed with words oh so wise Exquisite poems about world leaders penned But today it’s about my mum my friend Her love her life forever in my mind etched My humble tribute to her, lived not fetched She is the favoured head of the clan Still arrange co-ordinate and meticulously plan She embodies all that is faithful and true Comes July this year she’ll be ninety two