Mother and Son

You are the primal syllable,

Welcomed me to the world,

Were always watching over,

I walked or ran or crawled.

You dressed up all my wounds,

And nursed me back to health,

Penury never mattered,

For you, I am your wealth.

I learnt to do the tables,

And spelt the alphabet,

You ran to wipe my brow,

Before I dropped a sweat.

The fruit of love for me,

Product of labour pains,

The day you called me Ma,

My tears could drown the rains.

The way you did your homework,

The way you ran to play,

I was as if a sculptor,

And you my grog and clay.

I sit and pray when you two,

Set off from home to work,

Your dad and you are my world,

Sans you my world is dark.