My Role Model Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

My Role Model



My Role model
.
On the burnt potato lies her sweat
And on empty smotach
She serves you with a smile
She genuinely sees you swallow
And her satisfaction boils
.
She cuts her Christmas gomesi
To cover punches on your casual shirt.
Your school bag is made of her new dress
And your pocket money, her yearly savings
Your school fees, a loan from various banks
.
Her knees are hard as crocodile skin
Ever worshiping the man like god husband
Who intends to give a way their daughter
Inexchange of a sack of potatoes
Her back already bent by daily digging
And she is pregnant for her 16th child.
.
For her later years,
She sits besides the road
Begging for droplets of waters and grain
As she ages to die
She remembers the world that remembers her not
Useless beggar numerous grandchildren
Perhaps her death is late.
.
©Bamu 2019 ©Bamukunda©

My Role Model
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity,love and dreams,mother,parenthood
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