Mama

Dear Readers,

Welcome back,

Here I am, Writing about my mother who was my great inspiration and role model. And I'm sure your mother is too. 

Mothers are our superstars. When they are around, we will never be in need. We are their babies. 

From where I come from, both adult and small children are  called "kogoc" (baby). It doesn't matter how old you are. You are still their "kogoc".

And as I reflect on my mother's life, I realise that she had been our Teacher, Manager, Doctor, Counselor, Accountant and lawyer. She just knew how to do everything. Complete package as we kids used to say. 

So I dedicate this poem to her and to all our dear mothers. 

We call her Mama

There's Nothing she cannot do,

From bedroom to kitchen,

From garden to storehouse,

From sink to shelves

From dryer to lines.

We call her Mama

She is enough,

Her "Bilum" is full,

Her wallet is full,

In a box,,

Behind the jars,

Behind the shelves,

Under the bed,

Stored in secret places,

Keeps for bad weather,

We call her Mama

There is nothing she cannot do,

Her heart is warm,

Her hut is warm,

Her smile is warm,

Her pots are full,

Her barns are full,

Her shelves are full,

She is enough,

There is nothing she cannot do,

For her "kogoc"

End.

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