composure of her hearty tames. "My children am protecting". She says. With medicinal tears mama wipes my face clear and When to sickness I fell,
At night her eyes sleeps while her heart. opens to hear my voice knock with screams
All her clothes turning old, and on her palms are imprinted scars of toils and horrible days. she has survived. first for her siblings now for her kids.
Though so young, mama ages fast like time on a happy day she sprints in old looks.
She has made sacrifices that no one should. She bears a cross whose Glory doesn't presently show.
Even though in the eyes of neighbours, she appears low, In her never expensive clothes. Her investment must not fail, to her it must avail Priestly robes Mama's rags made success path.
Even thought light tarries and the only one she see is deep down within. Mama keeps care till day dark. When the battles of life appear? Their death I will gladly bear. Fighting with diabetes, Hypertension became the last diagnosis. Treatment to her was too expensive for she has to feed her infants belly
and structure their destiny.
Mama's rags finally paved success
By I. MACPHERSON.
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