Her face is invaded by networked wrinkles
For she gave to the world all her valued best,
Her input to the current world has tired her
And she looks up to the grave for final rest.
She chose for herself a deprived lifestyle
So as to give to the young something good,
Cars and houses and clothes and fine jewelry –
All were junk if her children had decent food.
The jingling of up-to-the-minute gadgets
Does not amaze this brave and daring seed
That persisted through the lows of a mean life
To birth and nurture the wits that ages feed.
The ticking of time has forsaken her
And failing strength betrays her fast
Yet the world salutes her undying feats
As she unbowed breathes her last.
A well-deserved tribute to the mother who puts the needs of her children before her own. I commend you on your astuteness in recognizing how a mother feels and why she must make her decisions wisely. Very nicely done.
I salute you Mumo for the great recognition of a mother. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A lovely poem and lovely tribute to mothers. I will be a mother soon and I hope to live up to such a wonderful message.