Tanaka Chirombo

(28/04/1998 / mzuzu malawi)

mothers day


Mothers day
is not like valentine day
where you care for your mother like money
since in 2012 it was on monday

mothers love and care
its so good that it floats in the air
although mothers take care for the hair
since they sit bossy on the chair

children celebrate them and rejoice
while drinking coke and ice
een the mother sits while eating rice
since their day is so nice

we dance and sing
as the father gives the mother a valentine ring
she sits on the chair relaxing
since she doesnt need to be working

we thank all the mothers since they are not mean
as their day is tight like a skinny jean
their work is sweet like a dream
all you have to do is say
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2012

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