Roots Poem by Iphupho The Dream

Roots



ROOTS

Back in the day i was a seed
On her womb
She carried me over the months
And finally concieved and gave me a name of my foremothers
It is if she knew i was going to live to represent them even on their death yards..

Mothers are one of the gifts God could ever give to a child
They are more of a root of a tree
That later in the stage bores a seed
It goes out of the way to protect them not to lose the seeds

So such in life
Mothers carry us for years and protect us when we are born
In times of poverty they put food on the table
In times of pain and hardships
They become a source of peace...

As we grow we tend to forget the value of being able to say "good morning mom and i love you"
We forget that its actually a blessing to have your mother next to you
We later understand when we become mothers and we have to walk on their footprints
Look out on them for help
On how to nurture our children..

- -Rachel Thobejane

Date: Oct 17,2018
Subject: ROOTS

Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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