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  309.     

The Mother’s Visit

LONG years ago she visited my chamber,
Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand;
Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids,
Fair as an angel from the unknown land:
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, watching over me.

And yesternight I saw her cross my chamber,
Soundless as light, a palm-branch in her hand;
Her mild eyes she bent upon my anguish,
Calm as an angel from the blessed land;
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, art thou come for me?
 
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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  310.     

Sweetmother

Let her be nice, let her be wicked is she, mother is my mother. Let her be beauty, let her be ugly, mother is my mother. A gold that can never be lost, she look after me even if am wicked, she look into my eyes when am wick praying all days for my life. Even if she don't eat, she will look for what to eat. Let her be ugly, mother is my mother when i was still a kid, she carries me gently on her hand, she willlonl into my eyes and smile, she will say my good child when you are strong, you will make it in life, you will be successful even more that mother. There is no better love than mama's care. I love you mother. May you dat the FRUIT OF YOUR LABOUR.
 
Lekadabra Fadimu

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  311.     

mothers day

Mothers day
is not like valentine day
where you care for your mother like money
since in 2012 it was on monday

mothers love and care
its so good that it floats in the air
although mothers take care for the hair
since they sit bossy on the chair

children celebrate them and rejoice
while drinking coke and ice
een the mother sits while eating rice
since their day is so nice

we dance and sing
as the father gives the mother a valentine ring
she sits on the chair relaxing
since she doesnt need to be working

we thank all the mothers since they are not mean
as their day is tight like a skinny jean
their work is sweet like a dream
all you have to do is say
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
 
Tanaka Chirombo

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  312.     

Mother is a Firebrand [REVISED]

Non-slip carpet & fold-down box doubles as
a place to sit, in blue to complement mother's
colour scheme of room furnishings in the age
care home where she is campaigning to get
everyone doing exercises, convincing young
mothers-to-be home birth is preferable to high-
cost interventionist hospital confinement which
exposes babies to greater risks - mother is a
firebrand breaking rules

Living her own dream, infusing enthusiasm in
me for her schemes, I'm out scouting for things
mother may need, enjoying the activity, and in
between mother leads her coterie of friends to
sing, those outside the inner circle complain of
favouritism and gossiping by mother's gang
but I know mother's ways - anarchism and
rebellion against the status quo

And attempts to revolutionise events until a
new plan hatches; then mother will forget prior
arrangements, leave angry conspirators as
she dances (or rather wobbles) off to engage
in new fantasies - while those she left in the
lurch will soon be re-charmed by her energy
and infectious enthusiasm again
 
Margaret Alice Second

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