Mama. Poem by David Kinyanjui

Mama.



I show her almost everyday,
Not just in the month of May,
That she is my mother,
And I have no other.

Like a fly on the wall,
I don't speak at all,
Especially when she recalls,
The sacrifices, just so I could be this tall.

I would want to equal her to anything,
But there is no unit in measure that could, in everything.

Sunday, May 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mothers love
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