For my -a thamani Mathee who has passed on:
"Nakupenda sana."
She was Jacqueline Kennedy
and Marilyn Monroe,
As lovely as Garbo
or Brigitte Bardot.
She was Mother Theresa
a most gentle saint,
She became Clara Barton
when I felt ill, or faint.
As smart as Al Einstein
as kind as St. Nick,
she was here 60 years
but they went, oh, so quick.
She could generate smiles
she could bring me to tears,
many storms crossed my face
as we weathered those years.
She offered times shared
some that I left unused,
visits missed, calls not made,
but she seldom accused.
She loved uncompromising
she died all alone,
I'd give up all I cherish
just to once go back home.
To feel those sweet arms
and those hugs that I've missed,
all the grief that I've lived with
chased away with her kiss.
If you still have a Mom
and she's somewhere alone,
find a moment to call her
take some time to go home.
It will bring so much joy
with so little in cost,
lest someday soon you join me
here in paradise lost
Author notes
I used swahili as my Afrikans language. One of my best friends in the national group known as "Up With People." taught me a bit of his native tongue.
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- Mamma by Rebekah-Ann.
700 points, ended May 11, 11 entries
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perfect. thank you kindly!
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I have used Swahili to complete your rule requirements. Asante for the heads juu.
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A lovely tribute and a great poetic piece! Thank you for entering!
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I wish my mom idn't disown me, I never had a loving relationship like this with mom I was the black sheep. Good luck in the contest.
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