My Mother! Poem by Martin Greyford

People always have a lot to say
About other children's parents
Without them knowing the struggles they
Have been through for them to raise that
One child they have.

Any woman goes through that pain
But before that we see women
Becoming rounder and wider
And after that they become
Prettier and happy the rest of their lives.

You might have seen my mother,
She's not the best to everyone
But to me she's the very best of all
Because of the efforts she took to carry
Me inside of her for nine good months.

It's not an easy thing to do
But she took it all on herself,
The pain she endured, the struggles and the ugly face
She showed to deliver me made
Her a happy person ever after I was born.

And I'm even sure the doctors and nurses (midwives)
Congratulated her for what she did,
Others even shed tears because
It's not easy for one to do so.
Others die in the process of delivering.

But thank God my mother made it,
I was brought alive in the outside world,
After being kept in for nine good months.
She was happy and she gave me a name
That made her proud whenever I was called.

Well, you may have seen her on the streets
Selling vegetables and fruits,
You maybe have seen her putting on
Rugs and very dirty clothes,
She didn't apply the good scented lotion,

To make her look bright and smell good,
And maybe you have said to her,
"This woman is nasty and she looks disgusting"
I forgive you, she's not the best to you
But to me she's my everything.

She may not be expensive,
She may not put on a classy code
But she looks presentable and respective to me.
She's my mother despite her having
All the things one might need and want.

You were my mother at birth,
You are my mother in my adolescent stage
And you will be my mother in the next stage of my life.
Wherever you are just know that I love you.
My Mother Rebecca Banda I heart you my world.