The Iron Lady

Well, I remember my Mom as the Iron lady forever I fear no more her strictest rules I am now back on stage with this clerihew I was a victim of the Iron lady's strictest rules Probably herself has forgotten but me I can remember I remember those days when there was no human rights: She will call me peacefully as if everything is fine_ Just know that it's whip's time if I misbehaved at some point In our home she had collection of different whips This is funny truths Sometimes, she will instruct my friends and siblings to catch me Who will give me a good chase but caught and be brought to receive verdict When my friends and siblings start laughing she will shut them up and threaten to beat them all When Dad is off from work as a miner, she would compile all difficult cases, and hand them to Dad the High Court Judge, who didn't want any advocate to stand in between_ More terrible beatings It was judgement day That has made me a responsible person in society I remember those days I will be beaten to the extent of regretting of being her child To a point I start questioning if she is my Mom To a point when you hope to go with visitors to their homes Or offering prayers that visitors stay longer I remember those days, When she beat me mercilessly, I started repenting of my misdeeds. Sometimes she will pretend not to be upset , then she will like" go and bring me a plate in the house, then she will follow me in the house with a whip". This has been my story I am speechless on this topic My Mom was good on how to give a sharp look and slap The eye of an Eagle was enough for me to detect trouble even before calamity The Lord bless and keep amazing citizenry like Mothers P.S: Mom raised a kindhearted, warm , compassionate, understanding son towards humanity_ Both my parents were not just harsh but had a peak of humanitarian traits to humanity_ My parents owes me the best of my life_ May good health, strength and long life be bestowed upon me By Chipepo Lwele * In remembrance of childhood