Njeri Hunjeri Poet Bio

This Is My Mother

We call her kamanyanga (the young one)
She has a young one in there
Times don't shake her
Her soul is a candlelight that never sleeps
Her's is a badge that never fades

Her dance is one that outshines her grandkids 
Her poise is an African iron that always holds
She's first to volunteer for the community
She's first to sing with the community

Arthritis, doesn't stop her from waking up early and doing farm work
Even on those cold July months
She's same way I remember, ever since I can recall
Technology is her comedy
For this village woman, nothing is her worry

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BE Bailey February 25, 2015 at 4:47 AM What a wonderful piece about a your Mother. You had me captured in this poem while reading it. A job well done njeri and may God bless your Mother always. Have a blessed day. Hugs "B" Njeri Hunjeri February 25, 2015 at 2:51 PM Thank you BE. Blessings to you too my friend

Paul Callus February 24, 2015 at 5:20 PM I admire your mother, thanks to the lovely way you have depicted her, Njeri. She is sweet and though at the same time; reminds me of my farming grandparents:) #7 // paul Njeri Hunjeri February 25, 2015 at 2:49 PM Thank you Paul. I very much appreciate your comment. Am glad my mom reminds you of your farming grandparents. Blessings to you

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis February 24, 2015 at 1:34 PM I admire the way you have celebrated Mom. You've painted a lovely portrait of her, and I those vivid images, how creative. Njeri Hunjeri February 24, 2015 at 1:53 PM Thank you Iris for your sweet words. May God bless you