June 03, 2012

My Mother

When times of glory were dead and gone
And days of perilous challenges are on
Who stood by me from dusk to dawn?
And never had me toil in the scorching sun

Who advised me and paid my school fees
And saw that I didn’t relent in carrying out my duties
Who cautioned me to void heinous sins?
And counselled me against any irregularities

Who reminded me always to pray?
And occasionally saw me out to play
Who cautioned my tongue when I had a say?
My mother!

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