By Batsiranayi Ngugama
You are worth praising
Hard work of raising
Millions if not billions
Some are billionnaires
Were once bellied
The tommy nearly bursts
Clothes unfit
You brave to condition
Acclimatise enduring
Taste become bizarre
You don’t mind
You remain kind
Mesmerised day and night
Committed to the call of duty
Each ready to depart after labour!
Those traits showed from toddler
Though scaring, you follow dictates
Lip service Mothers’ Day
Noone knows the burden
Only to be arrogant!
All challenges befalls
Steadfast you remain
In a mist of chauvinists
You smother adversaries
Protecting identity
The other doesn’t care
We Mothers propel them
Outclass them, but submissive
Yet content with being underdogs
Everything usurped from the Mothers
When the Dead die
Mothers converge guarding the dead
Men resort to outside duties
Only to stand at podium with brave faces
Who then does the huge task?
It is the Mothers!
Mothers with capital M
Who cheers you and ululates
Even the most respected
Deserves to honour Mothers
All our routes are in them!
Unfortunately, the Mother Earth has refused!
To honour the vigilant Mothers
Who are Comrades
Champions in their own arena
Then we await second coming!
