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.
and being me is enough.
