Moms Chronicles Poem by Tebogo Errol Hlahla

I wasn't born with a siilver spoon in my mouth
But moms struggled to put food in my mouth
Even though mine wasn't the only mouth to feed
Moms made sure every morning she got up on her feet
And went out looking and doing all kinds of jobs, never accepting defeat
To put food on the table and take me and my brothers to school
Even though we didn't have the coolest shoes
Moms made us walk with pride to school
Even though we didn't always have all the books, moms provided us with what we needed
We didn't have much to eat, but moms would cook us a hot meal, no mean feat
I give a standing ovation to my moms for raising men
Mom loved her boys and still does
I often wondered what will become of us when she's gone
I love you mom, even though I don't say it with my voice.