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Jan 2024
Mum
After nagging us,
Making us clean our messy rooms,
Grounding us with no T.V and mobile for that day,
Mum sat with a cup of tea at the kitchen table,
Sunlight streaming on her tired face.
My brother took a candid shot of her with his instant camera
Seeing her photo,
We realised the true worth of our mum.
There was regret on her face,
Her eyes blurry with tears,
Here was a woman with unconditional love for us,
Who hated being harsh on us.
29/1/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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