Painting “She Carries Me”

Oh African Child do you recall?
wrapped on your mother’s back, did you ever fall?
Once unable, Later eager to walk you laid,
flat on her back & often you wondered,
Oh how strong is my mother!
Carrying on her back her burden & mine intertwined.

Her Love transpired as she worked under the unforgiving sun,
The cloth of her love firmly tightened around my small body.

As I grew, strong, proud & healthy
whilst not literally, she still carries
me on her back, my burdens and my siblings’ aussi

So often i sit in awe as I wonder,
how on earth did i deserve such a woman,
my mother.