Awaiting A Surprise In The Future Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi

Mama, you held on to me
You never let me go
Only a teen -
A choice many your age wouldn't
Have made.
But you held on to me
And I held on to you,
And on the ninth month
Your trouble was over;
You thought.
But 'twasn't, Mama.
No silver spoons to eat with.
No crystal stairs to tread on.
A dog that knew no day of its own.
No father to father me
But you knew you had to
Push on a little further -
Which you did.
No shoes for me,
Old skirts for you,
Patched shorts for me
Looked like combat fatigues.
A difficult path.
'Tis still.
But we won't give up -
That is what you said.
We won't give up.
We move on
And let the future surprise us
With change!