Mrs. Ramarea Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

How I love her
With her age weathered hair
Her externally beauty lost
Not so but as a cost

Of being kind enough
To prove her eternal love
By enduring 9 months
Carrying me, my hearts

Feel forever gratified
By all you sacrificed
To single-handedly raise
Me because fate,

Had decided to deprive you
Of someone to help you
May his soul rest in peace
The first man to give me a kiss

Mama you are my Mrs Ramarea
Always been there,
Always will be
In my heart, loved