Ode to my Mother

I was carved in my mother

In the mien of her love,

Though pangs of birth exhausted her,

She braved them all to let me see the light,

She cried when I did and smiled when I didn’t,

The lullaby she sang soothes me still,

Her lap is still my comfort zone,

Her labours she never lets me know,

Yet I can feel the pulse of her pain,

What can I give you, mother, ordain!

‘Cause my love for you no words can reign,

Let your love on our sons shower and rain.

Ode to my Father

I knew my father; only when my sons were born,

How among trials, toils, and tears, he was torn;

His sleepless nights o’er my sickness plights,

The chiding of my childishness, and how

He troubled himself to toughen me now,

Strict and vigilant to make me relevant,

Taught me how to tame my fears,

And take care of my needy neighbours,

For the love of the Father flows from above,

And through my father it showers on me now!

Thank you father for all the love.