Role Model

Mother
you are a fighter
and a survivor.
Your resilience
is next to none.
You value winning
over everything
even relationships
in human being.
But
I love you
anyway.
Because
Mother
your role model
of strength
carried me through
life’s turmoils.

Honest and hard earned

A farm girl decided to survive in a big city.
She tried all decent work to bring in income
to pay for their daughter’s education,
so she would not need to follow her footsteps.

She sold rubber sandals in the market.
She mixed cement, dug trenches
and laid bricks on construction sites.

She is 5 feet tall in sun tanned skin.
She rode on a 28 inch wheel bicycle
carrying an ice box filled with ice blocks.
She waited outside her daughter’s school
in many scorching summer afternoons.
Children swamped out the school gate
at the sound of the bell.
That was the best time of her sales.
Children were reaching their hands high
to pay for the ice blocks.
It looked like a vigorous bidding scene.

She barely kept up to collect the coins
while giving out the ice blocks.
Yet her eyes always spotted her little girl
once she appeared outside the school gate.
She reached into the bottom right corner of the ice box
to retrieve the special perfectly frozen vanilla ice block,
handing it to her daughter standing on the sideline.
She never kept any eye contact though,
for the fear of the children would laugh at
her little girl has a mother working as a petty street vendor.

She received great education opportunities
from her mother’s hard labour and vision.
Every time she sucks on a vanilla ice block,
her mother’s sun tanned forehead
soaked with hot summer sweat
comes into her mind.
The melting ice block,
her melting heart,
shows up as streams of tears
she is too proud to hold back.

– dedicated to my mother

Hope in pain

I am rendering 4 walls

in my heart

because my baby is dying

the anticipating pain

I cannot bear

night is my enemy

it tricks me to hear my baby is crying

I bow my face to the ground

oh Lord!

Your promise of life

will not return void

This is my only hope

in the tomb I am preparing in my heart

for my baby’s burial

from this life to eternity

Mercy!

My heart shattered by his pain

I long for his smile in the shower of your light

on earth as it is in heaven

So young he is, I beg

restore his childlike innocence

wisdom only comes with time

A dying child, a dying mother’s wish and

only hope!