EIGHTY (In Memory of my Mam)


The span
Of those who are strong
Is eighty

Years moulded by

Love
Laboured

Wrestled
Wrested

From the dark nourished soil
Of Genesis

Made precious
She has conceived

Borne
Birthed
Bred the child

Nursed
Nurtured
New clothed

Out of old discardings

Garden dug
Potatoes planted
Food upon the table

And when the time
For flying came
She let the children go

To strain and yearn
With life’s deep
Longing unsatisfied

She is honoured in them
Hungering

And most a mother
In overlooking fault

Standing staunch
Until the prodigal

Is retrieved

2 comments:

  1. Margaret Meyer3 July 2014 at 11:31

    Thank you, It is a great tribute to your dear mother. I am so glad I met her. I liked the bustani article too. Margaret Anne




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  2. Such is the love of a Mother

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