As the world celebrates mothers today. Portia Arthur takes to this creatively crafted poetry.
The fortune teller feared to proclaim the prophesy
His mouth could not utter what his hazel eyes saw
How long can this news be a mystery?
Right from conception to delivery, the wicked hunted for your blood
The carrier embarked on an unexpected lord of the rings journey to keep you safe
The wizard of Oz left an indelible mark on your physique
But that is not a challenge to you at all; it is a blessing in disguise
Just as you are, you do not rest on your laurels
Just as the rain falls on earth, produces good yield for the populace, you are a celestial being and an inspiration for the oppressed
Your beauty can be compared to that of the full moon, so enduring, so serene and perfect
Your children are just like the sun, bright and unique
Your eagle eye watches over your own even in a needle’s hole
Living in a human world, you put your family first and their needs above all things
All I promise is to make to you proud, mama. I love you.