ODE TO MY STEP MOTHER
ODE FOR A RARE GEM (MY STEPMOM) 🙂 At a time when childhood presented its challenges She was there to play father and mother When children my age basked in privileges unique to those loved I never lacked my fare share of experience. Was tended towards a spoilt child Because for her, a child must be shown the best of love She was called to order Her implementation, took us to maturity When there was need for motherhood sincere discipline She played the part of the Margaret Thatcher/Iron Lady Because stories had it that she was the replica of her mother Almost Mama’s look alike in looks and character A no nonsense woman, that had no room for pretense nor frivolities Her children prided themselves as genuine product of her discipline A discipline they all acknowledged was never funny at implementation. That discipline, was the trait with which I was brought up at her place Grew up in the midst of a strong bond amongst my paternal extended family Where the family name