Mother. Poem by David Kinyanjui

Can there be any measure?
For someone who cannot have leisure,
Not because she wouldn't afford any,
But she is always looking after many.

She cannot be any other,
She is a mother.
From the days we cannot hold in the call of nature.
Mother, you nurture.
You have a way of fixing a plate,
sure as the rising sun in the east, early or late.

You hold so much belief,
That God will always offer relief.
When things get tough,
The name 'Jesus' is enough.
Mother,
you always remain a blessing, especially to a father.