Mother- Ian Munywe
MOTHER - IAN MUNYWE
A queen upon my vision,
held in the highest regard.
A mentor with a big heart,
Keen always to help out.
taught me right from wrong,
moulded us to her best.
Benedictions I voice,
pleading with none other than God.
Intense trotting hardly ever sauntering,
Acute hassle and acute struggle.
Determination her definition,
pious her description.
Too tolerant too supportive,
frankly and candidly concerned.
A priceless prize she deserves,
solely a divine grant.
A share of my years,
I definitely would not mind sharing.
With her,
just to watch her age gracefully.
On a genuflected knees,
Her happiness my only plea.
One to adore me,
Unconditionally.
Even in a camphor casket,
still precious even as a broken egg in a basket.
Ever concerned,
never unnerved.
One I solemnly swear to die for,
mother remains her venerated title.
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