We’re at the shops
and Tim runs off of to the escalator
and Mum shouts to him:
You stop there!
And Tim freezes
like ice got hold of him
And Mum pulls out
the flap over the pram
and helps baby Didi
with the milk bottle
and I scream to Mum:
Let me go;
I want to go to Tim!
But she pulls hard at the rein
and I can feel it tighten
round my waist
a little
And I scream:
Mum! I want to go!
And she says:
Jill -
be quiet and still
as my shadow!
And from the distance
Big Tim screams:
Mom! Can I go?!
And Mom screams loudest:
You come here
and stand right beside
your sis Jill!
And we’re all together again
baby in the pram
Mum standing beside
and me on the rein
And Tim sulking at the side

And nobody else
from the crowd dares
come near
for they all know
my Mum -
she’s Wonder Woman
she’s Super Hero
cos my Mum’s supermom

To the greatest of mankind!
The queen of the earth!
The indispensable parent!
The best of all humanity!
Amai(Mother)!
 
What would the world look like?
How could it function and work?
Would there be order at all?
We can't magine life without you Amai

You conceive, nurture and protect us
You are the true darling of our lives
You're needed and wanted
The sweetest gift of all

Life begins in you
You feed and clothe us
And bring us back to health
Always thinking about us
Selfless throughout all your days

You teach us to survive 
You know what's good for us
You prepare us to take on the world
We sore like eagles because of you

You really care. You really love!
You sacrifice yourself for us
Nothing like mother's touch
No one can take your place
Our hero! SuperMom!

We take the time today
To celebrate your beauty
And take a knee of honour
We salute and thank you
The greatest of all, Amai!

Throw open my closet doors and don my best business attire,
I am fueled by coffee and motivation to succeed.
The youngest of my colleagues, I have excelled in the pursuit of the american dreams.
I am supermom.
I am superwoman.
Hear me roar.

The fall came on without warning.
This mental prison confined me and I could not escape.
Spiraling down, down, down until…
CRASH.
I am no more.

The alarm blares and I hit snooze for the umpteenth time.
I roll out of bed, slither into day old sweats and smooth my hair with a greasy hand.
Did I feed my child today?
Who cares anyway?
I am the middle-aged teenager, tromping around town in pajamas.
Bad decisions, yeah, I’ve made a few.
But who are you to judge anyway?

1/6/2016