Moms: love leaders who sacrifice their comfort
For nine mad months to carry and ferry a fussy foetus
In their waggling wombs, giving him oxygen, nutrients and support
While their appetite plays gastronomical games without a hiatus.
Moms: compassionate care givers who spend nervy nights
With hearts in their mouths wondering if the next day
Will smile on their fretting John who fights
To kick the bucket at the slightest excuse in prank or play.
Moms: brave budget bosses who with little cash
Perform miracles to buy improved ingredients, put meals on their tables
Cook mouth-watering morsels of offals and brisket with a dash
Of magic which only moms possess to create from nothing doubles.
Moms: tender tested towers of strength who enrol their offspring
In school, bathe protesting sons and daughters whom they dress
Ready for school with a pencil, an eraser and everything
Offspring need to assimilate knowledge, skill and belief to inflict on ignorance distress.
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