When she waved, I saw
Those agile hands,
That refused to plead for a place.
But laboured to earn every kobo f her fort
Calloused, but beautiful
Those warm loving hands,
That didn’t hush the little girl,
Or to snatch the pestle from her brother,
And walked them through life nd learning.
Calloused, but beautiful
Those generous hands
That wouldn’t leave the pocket empty
Or remain closed to seekers
of things her heart or hands could hold
Calloused, but beautiful
Those beautiful hands
That fought to keep peace at home,
Worked to nurture the young,
To weave bright colours onto their future.
Calloused, but beautiful
When she waved goodbye, i saw
A lifetime of toil and strife.
Bearer of the torch of womanhood
The one the young girl now holds
Scalded, bruised, calloused but still beautiful
This is absolutely beautiful! This explains in totality the journey of motherhood. God bless our mothers!
Weldon Hadiza. Permit me to share this on Facebook.
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