Erika Heslop Martin

(January 15 / Kingston, Jamaica)

My Mother


A strong woman,
A married woman,
A black woman,
A Jamaican woman,
A woman with many trades,
A heart of gold, a lover of children,
The birth facilitator of my brothers, sisters and yours truly.
A humble being, a loving being,
The simplest one you can find,
Experienced in household management,
Experienced in the production of good children,
Loved by her husband,
Loved by her offspring.

A survivor, a fighter,
A financial manager,
A woman of great worth,
A woman with many stories,
Always there for her children,
Always seeking a better and cheaper way,
Aged but young at heart,
Serious but knows how to make you laugh.

I love this woman,
I am happy when she is happy,
I am sad when she is sad,
She knows me more than anyone,
No other woman can take her place,
She is my best friend,
She is my favourite sister,
She is my favourite aunt,
She is as real as you can get.


This woman knows how to pray,
This woman will never make you go astray.
A god-fearing woman,
A woman with vision,
A woman with soul,
I came from her womb,
I am flesh of her flesh,
I am blood of her blood,
This woman, a phenomenal woman,
This woman is my mother.

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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