About Mothers - Poem by Gert Strydom
In most things I am free
to make my choice
but still she tries to guide me
with her look, with her voice
and I wonder why mothers
keep on bothering?
And to think of it, it isn’t surprising,
but till eternity they do the mothering thing?
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