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.