I have never seen my mother crying
Or hear her utter needless complaining
Though heaven knows, there’s no denying
Life’s given her much cause for whining
***
I have never seen my mother stopped trying
Or see her back down from trials and failing
Got up when she fell, pathways retracing
‘Till she reached the goal she was intending
***
I have never seen my mother not providing
Or not ensured her children were eating
No job too small, if honest, she was working
Late at night or early morning—always returning
***
I have never seen my mother not praying
Or trusting in God for the way making
No mater the cause she’s not worrying
An example she is in persevering
***
I have never heard my mother shouting
Or seen her get her way by conniving
Humility and truth is her way of being
Quiet strength—that’s her power—emanating

1st published 2022
All rights reserved
Like what you see? To never miss a post click HERE👈 to subscribe & follow the blog. There’s more HERE👈 and on Spillwords, the Writers Club & Facebook.
In creative solidarity, Dee




