My Dearest Mother

Dearest mum,

You are my dearest mother
You raised me up with love
You sacrificed your best for me
I was young, careless and stubborn
You loved me all the same
I threw tantrums and shed crocodile tears
You were patient because you understood
Of course you scolded, you warned, you punished
Not because you didn’t care or for the thrill of it
But because your love for me flowed through your veins
You were my cook, my hairdresser, my teacher
My nurse, my nanny, my friend, my captain,… my world
You are my dearest mother

The untimely death of our dad, your husband
Hit our little family below the belt
We were in shock, in tears, in pain and utterly shattered
But, like an indomitable and courageous lioness
You rose up, wiped our tears and took charge of the den
Though you cried, you made sure we laughed
Though you missed him, you were always there for us
Though you had doubts, you made sure we faced life without fear
When we were nervous, your hugs were our calming medicine
Through thick and thin, through tears and laughter
Through times of plenty and times of lack
You carried on, you never gave up nor gave in
Single-handedly you raised four amazing children
From pupils and students to degree holders
From spinsters and bachelors to mothers and fathers
You are my dearest mother

Now, I look after and cater for my children,
I realise my unquestionable and profound love for them
In hindsight I also realise
You loved us absolutely, without a shadow of doubt
Through the years I have realised that
You can replace your home, your pet, your car
You can replace your furniture, your job, money
But,
You cannot replace your mother
I cannot replace you
I don’t want to replace you, because
You are my dearest mother

To all wonderful women out there, this is a toast from one grateful woman to you all, you are doing great. Cheers!!!
Happy International Women’s Day!

Daily Prompt: Nervous

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My Mum is a Millipede

“My mum is a millipede”,
“Really? What do you mean?”,
“She is a millipede because she has too many shoes”.

That was how a little boy summed it up but honestly there’s something about women and shoes. I’ve met a couple or two women who isn’t really bothered but I think I can estimate that 90% of most women love shoes. Notwithstanding that they may not be her size, or that they may be expensive, she still buys them. And when they are on sales, the shopping spree gets a “tad” out of hand. If she can’t decide which out a couple of pairs to choose from, it’s no surprise when she buys and bags both of them. After all, a woman can never have enough of shoes.

Some women have shoes that are still in their package, 3-6 months past their purchase date, still unworn. Some love the same colour but different designs, others prefer same design but different colours, the rest aren’t bothered so far as they are shoes. Some have to be worn with a particular outfit and a particular bag for a perfect outlook- “perfectionist fashionista” I’d say.

Women’s shoes range from flats to stilettos, court shoes, ankle straps, wedges, boots, lace-up, peep-toes, moccasins, etc. Thank God for our numerous humanitarian charities, they have encouraged us to donate some of our prized possessions for a worthy cause.

To choose which shoe to wear, a man might find it quite overwhelming and daunting; but for the woman, it’s as easy as making a cup of latte. She already knows which perfect pair that would accentuate her beauty and appearance.

Daily Prompt: Overwhelming

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G. R. A. C. E. F. U. L

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Goodness Gracious!
You’re so Refined!
Innocent and Angelic,
Twice as Classy!
Like a swan, Elegant,
Amongst all, the Fairest!
Untarnished, Unblemished,
Like a  rose, gracefully Lovely!

Daily Prompt: Graceful

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My Beautiful One

Wonderful, adorable, my precious wife,
God blessed my life the day I met you,
Excelling and the best, my leading lady,
Virtuous and noble; pure with a sweet heart,
Everything about you is beautiful.

You are beautiful
You are gorgeous
My best friend
My Wonder Woman
You are beautiful
You are gorgeous
My sweet wife
My soulmate
Everything about you is beautiful

As I renew my vows to you today before everyone,
I pledge my commitment and faithfulness once again,
It’s been 10 years with you my rare gem,
Forever, till death part us, it shall be,
Because, everything about you is beautiful.

Daily Prompt: Renewal

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Media Bludgeoning

Thinking about this mid 18th century word with an uncertain origin and all I could think of is phrases like “bludgeoned to death by a mob” or “bludgeoned to slavery and a life of hardship”. The word may seems a bit far-fetched and like me, you may be struggling to think of something to write. But I’ve just discovered that the word is much nearer to us than we think.

Today we are bludgeoned by the media and our thought process are subtly and surely becoming affected if not changed. We are bludgeoned by the vivid pictures of naked or scantily dressed men and women, which have ricocheting effects in the mind or makes it acceptable and fashionable to dress as such.
We are bludgeoned with constant biased news about politicians and elections, hence we kind of make up our minds who we support based on the leaning of that medium.
We are bludgeoned about wars in many countries and altercations between political leaders which makes us develop, so to say, righteous anger, but we are not even given the full picture of the power tussle and political mind games played behind closed doors.
We are bludgeoned with zero sized models who have perfect bodies, hair and face which leaves many of us in the plus size range feeling inadequate and probably less human.
We are bludgeoned with many try-your-luck programs or indirect gambling where you win large amounts of money just by answering the right questions or picking the right numbers, which leaves many hopefuls quitting jobs and foregoing the core values of hardwork, commitment, patience and perseverance.

Everyday we are bludgeoned with information, documentaries, movies and stories, though seemingly harmless but content-packed with messages or lessons that could be regarded impertinent if said in person. It’s not going to stop, it’s getting worse and will keep getting worse. The question then is, what are we going to do about it?

Daily Prompt: Bludgeon

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Killer on the Loose!

The stench of dead bodies lined up by the riverside nauseated Detective Ivy as the horror of what she saw flushed her cheeks. There were about 5 dead bodies her team had dug up and by the look of it, it was going to be a long day as more bodies were discovered. So far, all victims were women, all having their left hands severed and butchered from their shoulders; the missing parts not discovered yet. The thought of a serial killer on the loose clouded her thoughts with fear, trepidation and premonition of worse things to happen. These victims could have been dead for 3 days or more, her own speculation of course, until she gets the specifics from the coroner’s office.

The wind was stiff and air stank. The area was cordoned by crime-scene tapes and barricades, in order to protect the crime scene from intruders even though there was less likelihood of any. The surroundings, prima facie, looked deserted and abandoned.

A Herculean task was now ahead of her because the only witness she had was a trail biker in his 40s who rode over some fingers which were sticking out from the ground and rang the police. Any answer to the thousands of questions in her head would have to be answered by these dead unfortunate victims, murdered and buried by an unknown serial killer who is still on the loose.
(To be continued)

Daily Prompt: Wind

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A Mother’s Love

She gives up her name to answer his name
Even though some do retain their maiden names.
Still she gives up her identity somehow;
She gives up her body to bear his babies-
Passes through the inevitable popular 9 month seasons of morning sickness, bloating, constipation, body disfiguring, sleepless nights, demanding attractive partner, silly noisy adorable children, etc. etc. etc.
Which culminates into excruciating labour pains, c-sections, episiotomy, epidural, birth complications, incessant hospital visits,.. until the baby is born… Wow!
Most times, with the demands of childcare she changes her job and puts her career on hold;
She gives in her time to go to work;
She comes back from work and resumes housework/children work- cleaning and cooking, hoovering and dusting, laundry and ironing, assisting with homework, amidst scolding and shouting, loving and caring, quarrels and tantrums, stories at bedtime, hugs and kisses etc etc etc
She ends all that and then, sometimes, resumes marital conjugal duties that same night… Wow!
She hardly gets a “me, myself and I” time; and the next morning the cycle begins again!

I bet you are asking, “Why and how does she do these? What motivates her?”
As a mother, I know the reason behind this is summed up in one word- Love.
The unconditional, unconventional, dynamic, incomprehensible, sacrificial, amazing and wonderful love of a mother.

A mother’s love- the quintessential epitome of sacrifice.

Written In response to our daily post word: Sacrifice, Epitome

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