THE HEROINE IN A DISGUISE

Fri, 05/01/2020 - 15:57 -- Erics

POEM BY; ALICK MUSHEKWA®

*THE HEROINE IN DISGUISE*

She is so strong not to give up;
She works hard just to see you growing up;
She can never sleep without seeing you happy
Making you happy is her only hobby;
Nothing matters to her, if not you;
When she says I will beat you!
She means love;
She never says "enough is enough"

She is ever willing to sacrifice her own life just to save your life; which no one can sacrifice not even your own wife

She can never be free without hearing from you; which your husband can never do to you!

Mom you are a heroine in disguise!

You gave me life which no prostitute would dare to do

You kept me in your womb for nine months; which no slay queen would dare to do

Abortion was a term you never came across in your dictionary of love

Abortionist fail to carry their own rode; but you never took me as rode, instead;
You survived with me in the scorching sun and in the biting cold

She is so strong not to give up;
She works hard just to see you growing up;
She can never sleep without seeing you happy
Making you happy is her only hobby;
Nothing matters to her, if not you;
When she says I will beat you!
She means love;
She never says "enough is enough"

She is ever willing to sacrifice her own life just to save your life; which no one can sacrifice not even your own wife

She can never be free without hearing from you; which your husband can never do to you!

Mom you are a heroine in disguise!

You are a lovely woman; for your smiles never fades out

You are a beautiful mother and your heart is so big that you accommodated my imperfections

You are a strong woman; you carried me in your womb for nine months without passing out

A teacher filled with patience and coupled with tolerance; you taught me how to separate my lips

A doctor with a mind of a true life saver; you are indeed my true saviour

Mom; you are a true motivational speaker; you instilled in me all that which I need

You gave me courage when the whole world couldn't even give me a spoon of porridge

You endless love makes me to wonder even at my old age you still give me a damn!

There is no any other journey which can be compared to the one I had in your womb

Flying in the amniotic fluid is a flight an aeroplane can never a achieve

Swimming in the fluid without getting tired and receive a fresh feeling is what no ocean can give me

A beautiful swimming pool; where the sun is a unpredictable dream

Your womb was a place where load shedding never existed in the dictionary of your wombtic zesco💡

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