MOM

When I was younger I was very sure I was adopted cause I am nothing like my brother and sister but now years later and many moons wiser I realise that I am indeed my mother’s daughter.

A small tribute to my mom for the many years...

My mom is a bit of an eccentric

Her spirit is wild, free and her advice comes without a fee.

She has taught so many lessons;

about love, life and patience

about growth, forgiveness and peace

Her strength is unimaginable,

she has lived through segregation,

a broken home and an unappreciative husband

Yet her spirit is still intact

And her relationship with God remains a journey she takes on with a smile.

Her home has at some point been refuge

To the homeless and to the broken

She has cooked her meals with love

and with the little she has i have seen her feed every one of her family members.

My mom may not have changed the world for coloured girls like Oprah did, but for me my mom has led the way to greatness.

From her I take my poise,

I take my drive

and my open look on life.

From her I have learnt the beauty of life

and that being different is good
and being me is enough.