I won’t write mother another praise poem



I won’t write a woman a thing
To ink a clean dry sheet
Post her on social media, she won’t see
Or hide her name in a book, she won’t read.
I won’t write mother another praise poem

Like yesterday, I will dig
Ensure she has food, even when covid renders me jobless
I will repaint the house I built for her 2 years ago.
As we reminisce about the time in the Kibuye slums.
Or how she still carried me on her back
and breast feed me even when I was two.
I won’t write mother another praise poem.

I will try to let her find joy in her lone boy
Love her like Mzei Kasirivu loved his mother
So today, I won’t join you all to post
And celebrate in ways not significant
I won’t write mother another praise poem.

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This is a wonderful blog for creative writing: a rich source of inspiration combined with a strong presence of the author.

Lisa Smith
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I enjoyed every piece of it. How intelligent and delightful your writings are! Every single article belongs here.

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Those illustrations complete the charming atmosphere of your works. Smart decision on including them here and there.

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