Hardworking Mother
Dear Mother Africa
You toil hard while I am in your womb.
Under the scorching sun, in the heat of the windless plains tilling the land with a hoe.
Planting fruits and vegetables before the rains arrive so that we can feed, be strong and healthy.
May I honor you In my youth by lifting you to your seat to rest, while I work hard to a ripe future.
Jignesh Tailor
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Poet's note: Date: 19/07/2020 Appreciation to a mother.
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