Twenty-two years ago I woke up to life
Bawling, struggling and tiny
Twenty-two years ago I woke up to love
Helpless, frail and puny
Twenty-two years later I'm still alive
Knowing my mother loves me
Twenty-two years later I can still love
Because my mother loved me
Twenty-two years of her life
She's broken her back for our family
Twenty-two years of her love
She's given to us daily
She's still doing it now
Her determination awes me
Perhaps I can never grasp whence or how
Her strength replenishes daily
Her hands are a blur, always in motion
She fights a battle for her children
Supporting her husband in his every endeavour
Unrivalled in energy and fervour
My everything I owe to my mum
I cannot say what I'd have become
But twenty-two years now and growing
has taught me the sum
of everything
is that Man without his Mother is nothing.
(Note: This was written for Mother's Day 2011)
~ Josiah ~
