Mothers
Surrounded by daughters and sons
The sound of crying babies and lullabies
Mothers have no holidays
Mothers
Surrounded by chores and the world
The dishwasher sings and beds get laid
And the foods don’t cook themselves
Mothers have no holidays
Mothers
Surrounded by needy husbands and flirts
Men always come calling, ogling and begging
A woman is just a thing to have they think
A wife never graduates from being sought after
Mothers have no holidays
Mothers
Surrounded by dreams and passions unmet
Her heart beats for new songs and a music band
Servers of her will forever fail to come early to work
Hearers of her soul vibes often too deaf to comprehend
Everyone but you and me know a mother is a god
Mothers have no holidays
I dedicated this poem to my baby (wife) and baby-mama (mother of our babies) Destiny Lukia.
You’re superSweet honey
You’re so honourable in the way you appreciate everyone around you
You’re magnificent like the light that brightens the day and that which illuminates the night
You’re the true Shepherd in the Shepherdway
I’m delighted to have you as my Man forever.
Here is our endless smiles showcased to the worlds
Smiles birthed not by the abundance of material comfort
But from a joy too deep to be expressed by mere words
Thank you for being a reminder of what Her Majesty Our Mother IS!
Always and All Ways