Listening to the wind
Swirling around my frozen face
My ears strain for the last beat
But the fury of the rain hides your call
Dry lips breathe your name
Sound of fading footsteps in the distance
The last word
A trail of misconceptions
Burning through my soul
The final word
A sword
Tearing through the sweet membranes
Of our memories
Poison words
I hear their breathing
Heaving chest pressed on my palms
I feel them beckoning
Soothing words
Mesmerized with their sweet offerings
Held captive
They scream their demands
Holding my heart for ransom
Chaining me with my desires
I must pay the ultimate prize
A prisoner of my fears
Simple words
I seek my freedom
I seek to dance
Like a paintbrush on the canvas
Of your love
I seek acceptance
A whisper of joy
Sweet words
Today I celebrate the most amazing woman I know. The first woman I ever met. The woman who has influenced me like no other person and she continues every single day. My very own Phenomenal Woman. My mother.
The value of a mother can never be measured and it can never end. Everyone’s mum is special and the greatest gift God gave to us.
I may not always show it, but I’m awestruck by my mum. There is no one in my (HUGE) extended family who has not been touched by her kindness, generosity and guidance. She only gave birth to 3 kids but at different times she has raised like 20 (I kid not). The full deal: feed, clothe, educate, love. Every time I think about the selflessness and capacity for love that is required for any person to do that, it just blows my mind. My mother personifies the true African women who through struggle, tears, laughter and sheer determination continue to build this continent. Through her I have learned to never give up, never give in and the meaning of true strength and integrity. I have learned the value of family. I pray that I become even half the woman who my mother is.
I appreciate her and love her beyond words. I thank God for my mother.
Happy Birthday Ma. Love you.
