It's Mothers Day #2015 today (In England at least :) And I
must say , I am missing my beautiful mummy more than ever before, its my first
Mothers Day -ever , without actually being with my Mummy. It's a huge deal for
me. I normally spend weeks making paper chains, and other, various , pink
decorations. I get presents and make pancakes- even dinner reservations.
But,
Every year, my mum seems to get out of it somehow. She's
wonderful , but not the out-going-type , she absolutely prefers a homemade
dinner and normal-routine.
It always ends up frustrating me - and I'm sure that the
'Middleton' Restaurant back home must
know my name for all of the cancellations I've made.
This morning she texted me to say 'It was a strange mothers
day without all of the 'fuss'
- It melted my insides.
So... deep, deep down inside, she did like the fuss.
She did like the fact that I got 4 hours sleep on a Saturday
evening because I had to make breakfast the next morning, and she loved the
cupcakes (that I had not made), and the fact that I always wanted to take
pictures of her when we got back from church.
Since the past couple of weeks have been filled with days
appreciating Women all over the world, I thought I would share a poem I wrote
for an Event in Milton Keynes on Woman's Day 2014.
I was asked to talk about the variety of Women in the
community, and I can definitely say that I have had my share of them.
I have been raised by a remarkable group of Strong Women who
have invested into my life such a great deal. They consist of family-friends,
teachers, Godmothers and relatives ,and some of them don't event know it.
They've taught me to love, and laugh , to stand firm and keep smiling. They
have had challenges in life that have shaped and refined them in the most
painful ways.
They know God - and love with all their heart.
There are elements of each individual that I completely
adore, and I'm so blessed to have them in my life .
Every woman of the world,
Different lands,
different tongues.
Every woman in this world,
Though Different songs we have sung .
Though different lives we have lived and different
sacrifices have had to give .
Though different roads we have walked and different paths we
have stalked.
Though different memories have been made and different
treasures have been saved.
Though our eyes have been exposed to the worlds varieties
and our ways have been conducted in hierarchical proprieties ...
We are one .
One voice we share ,
One child we care ,
One family we tend ,
One crooked way we un-bend .
You are the survivors, the keepers the thrivers .
You are the makers, untouched by the breakers .
One we are, were and will be.
One we stand under God. You and me.
Every woman of the world,
Different lands, different tongues,
Every woman in this world though different songs we have
sung.
- By Lakechia Jeanne
DoPoetry©
