The 2nd Remembrance - In Memory of Me
Remember me well as I give thanks to each mother.
You women of this world …are simply like no other!
Right from conception to those dreaded contractions.
The thought of our well-being dictated your actions.
You labour at birth for a labour of love,
The pain is immense as you push and you shove.
Through age of ‘innocence’, puberty and adolescence.
With loving and patience, gave succour and guidance.
The angst that we brought was not what you sought
But you gave that no thought in a ‘battle’ well-fought.
From stroppy-boy teen, to the big ‘drama queen’.
Gave a shoulder to lean, as you dealt with the scene.
Get lumbered with nan, as you coped with the clan.
Laid out the best plan, as you do all you can.
Most men would implore, “I beg you, no more!!!”
So applaud you for sure; “Encore, plus encore”
How do I thank you? I can't match this feat!
To even things up: How do I compete?
This gender inequity has no parity; For when is your task ever complete?
The cry for equality is absurdity. Your strength alone makes it obsolete.
….please allow me to….
Offer up my seat - while you rest your feet.
Hold open that door - you replenish your store.
Keep watch as you sleep - and so earn my keep.
Protect you from harm - by wiles or by charm.
When I put you 'first’, I’m just trying my best.
When I buy treats and snacks, it’s my way of saying ‘thanks’.
When I pay for a meal, it's still no big deal.
When I show you respect - it's the least you'd expect.
So many tributes have been written, but with your tenacity, I am smitten.
So be it mother or mama - or mummy or mater ...it matters not one iota...
The world's most arduous occupation ....with little or no reparation.
Retirement is never an option; but the 'bond of love' ...always the best 'pension'.
......so, finally I say this, dearest mother:
'You are a Princess, from the Heavens, borrowed.
Never shall you be, by this Earth, sorrowed'.
Robert A Amure (June 2012)
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