Mama lags a large head-pan.
On her back, weight and added angle.
At her sides, the baby's feet dangle.
Another child follows along in a run.
Extra strength she mastered in gain.
She has to bear this lot in pain.
It aches more than men could quench.
Her knotted faded wrapper was a sweat drench.
All you could hear was Ma-ma-ma-a-ma
to the rhythm of her fast-flowing gait.
Her nimble feet kiss sandstones in a flirt.
When the baby cried, feed me is all she heard.
Nothing pushes her to put the baby to her breast.
The milk bottle-lumps are souse in mud and sweat.
She always makes a clean nipple of it.
A contest no man can dare to attest.
A dedication to Mothers everywhere. Happy Mothers Day!!!
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