Woman soaring like an eagle,
Like a vulture hovering, man waiting to put asunder.
She slides out of bed, immediately with the first breath captures that false aura. A shadow of that slight gloominess, instantly covered by a smile, a couple of chuckles and a straight face. ‘Mommy, Mommy, Tino said I have a big head,’ the lovely voice screams.
She looks at the owner of that voice that soothes her. It’s certain, like a mirror reflection that genuine flicker of a smile lights up the frail face and the buzz startles her once more. She knows that it knows that they know. The four little eyes glaring at her with naughty grins have become her life. For them she would sacrifice her own. ‘Tino!’ she shouts as she leaps out of bed, tearing the sheets and scrambling for the two rascals of the house. How she yearns for the day she can be certain of their future, their success and their happiness.
My angels, my darlings
Listen closely my little ones
Life is harsh, but love soothes it
I love you, morning day and night
Listen closely….
Before these words can see the light of day, she has to be off to work. That little buzz again. Setting her off on the next journey to a meeting. A day of work that sees her tirelessly running and toiling to make her little ones comfortable. She has become to them the mother, the father and the friend all in one.
Everyone of us has gone to bed one day or another and tossed and turned due to fear, disappointment, pain or loss. It is this peserverance for their children that makes mothers prone to suffering the effects of that sacrifice.
I say to all you single moms, and I dedicate these words to all moms too:
Soar like eagles
Strive, strive not only for us but for you
For when you smile, we smile
When you follow your dreams, your footsteps are in our eyes
Let our joy be yours, but let your joy be worth even more
For don’t think we turn a blind eye
everytime you miss your lunch that ours may be enough
When you toil and sweat that tomorrow may be that light at the end of the tunnel
Soar like eagles, we will follow
To be continued…
By Clarah Manuhwa
