MAMA, MY SHERO!

MAMA, My Shero!

Wrapped in a beautiful baby wrapper

Your hands outstretched and waiting

Your face beamed with joy and delight

Your precious bundle was handed to you

On a cold July night.

The oohs and ahhs were aplenty

From people far and wide 

Gushing over the sleeping baby

And Mama in blissful ignorance 

Beamed with unending joy.

It was at age two When the battle cry first rang

And then the fight began

The fight for her baby to stay alive.

There was no manual on how to fight this fight 

No guide to show the way and explain the battle tactics

Road maps and markers absent 

Nothing save my Mama's love.

Nobody said the battle could be easy

Nobody prepared her for the sleepless nights  

Nobody told her back could serve as ambulance 

My cries of deep pain her siren sound

Nobody mentioned the pacing at the hospital corridors 

Nobody spoke about the bills, worries, sweat and tears  

For her precious bundle against the odds, thrive.

Like the amazon she is 

She rose tall and strong

Her blood many times my lifeblood

Refusing to bow.

No manual to lead the battle 

Love was the sword that cleared hospital paths

And slayed the pain dragons again and again

Strength personified I vouched for gladly

I stand and thrive because of her

My Mama, My Shero!