Badge Of Honour Quotes

I’ll wear it like a badge of honour forever that he loved me first, that he loved me at all.

Forgive me, you are amiable and heavenly perfect. It is me who carries the old pain as if it were a badge of honour.

Don't seek a failure-less life. Wear failure as a badge of honour. Seek a fearless life !

Some bruises you wear like badges of honour: when you got it playing rugby, or quad racing, or falling off something while drunk, no opportunity is lost to show off a good contusion. A bruise inflicted by someone else, however, is a whole other story: it's like a big flashing arrow marking you out as punchable, and before long there'll be boys queuing up to add bruises of their own, as if they'd just been waiting for somebody to show them it could be done.

He lowered his voice. "You are a true shield-maiden; you do not turn from a scar on a man's face."I looked at him and did not lower my eyes. "My father was an ealdorman, and his brother ealdorman after him. He taught me that a scar is the badge of honour of the warrior, and this I believe."He regarded me for a long moment. "I think I am glad we did not face your father and his brother in battle," he said, "for they were of better stuff than what we have found here."In saying this, he gave my dead kinsmen much praise. I felt that praise came rarely from the Danes, and took a strange pleasure in hearing him say this. I did not speak, but he lifted his cup to me, and I again took up mine. - Sidroc the Dane to Ceridwen

Rejection is no badge of honour.

A slut isn’t a person, it’s in the eye of the beholder. Like beauty, or an annoying eyelash. We decide who a girl is based on something she’s done (or even just rumoured to have done) and then brand her with it as if it’s a permanent part of her identity. Guys, on the other hand, get to wear their relationships and ‘conquests’ like medals or badges of honour, which are much easier to take off, and hurt a lot less.

I sincerely thank the Lord God Almighty for the amazing gift of writing that He bestowed upon me

Feeling nothing was now a badge of honour.

In Pompeii, when a woman named Clodia Nigella was commemorated, her career was emblazoned on her tombstone as a badge of honour: ‘public pig-keeper’.

Anxious behaviour is rewarded in our culture. Being high strung, wound up, frenetic and soooo busy has cachet. I ask someone, “How are you?” and even if they’re kicking back in a caravan park in the outback with a beer watching the sunset, their default response is, “Gosh, so busy, out of control, crazy times.” And they wear it as a badge of honour. This means that many of us deny we have a problem and keep going and going. Indeed, the more anxious we are, the more we have to convince ourselves we don’t have a problem. This is ironic, or paradoxical. And it seems awfully cruel.

Sometimes claims of polyfragmentation and ongoing abuse and victimisation can become a kind of ‘badge of honour’: it can be an earnest, unconscious demonstration proving that we cannot recover, rather than the tragic reality of overwhelming suffering that will take a lot of hard work and dedication to overcome.

...spells of incarceration or exile were almost badges of honour for Enlightenment writers.

I am busy. That phrase is the curse of our time. We are all busy, of course, but it's regarded as a boast, a badge of honour to be busy "I'm so busy! I've got 300 emails! Admire me!" Busy, busy, busy, all the bloody time. Being busy makes it difficult to find time for adventure, difficult to find time for ourselves and for some fallow time in the wilderness.

My Kind of Girl A letter of inspiration from a loving Mother Understands who she is Stands for what she believes in She cannot be broken No one can belittle her When trials come her way She remains unfazed My Kind of Girl Walks with confidence She exudes excellence An epitome of elegance She does due diligence Being mindful of her intelligence And knowing her importance My Kind of Girl Builds her own future A certified trailblazer Who utilizes the power within her To be of good influence Always on top of her game Yes, she keeps soaring like an eagle My Kind of Girl Takes charge for her own life Secures her name in historical archives For she is no ordinary woman An extraordinary being She dares to dream In the world, she makes a difference That is my kind of girl

My basic hypothesis is this: the people who run the media are humanities graduates with little understanding of science, who wear their ignorance as a badge of honour. Secretly, deep down, perhaps they resent the fact that they have denied themselves access to the most significant developments in the history of Western thought from the past two hundred years; but there is an attack implicit in all media coverage of science: in their choice of stories, and the way they cover them, the media create a parody of science. On this template, science is portrayed as groundless, incomprehensible, didactic truth statements from scientists, who themselves are socially powerful, arbitrary, unelected authority figures. They are detached from reality; they do work that is either wacky or dangerous, but either way, everything in science is tenuous, contradictory, probably going to change soon and, most ridiculously, ‘hard to understand’. Having created this parody, the commentariat then attack it, as if they were genuinely critiquing what science is all about. Science stories generally fall into one of three categories: the wacky stories, the ‘breakthrough’ stories, and the ‘scare’ stories. Each undermines and distorts science in its own idiosyncratic way.

Shine Bright Take it from me This life is amazing You are the one with power To choose what you desire Please make the right choice Do not just make noise Have a voice Which people can listen to Be that special person Who is known for solutions And not for causing trouble You have what it takes To turn this world around Let go of any self-doubt Get out of the mud Shake off the dust Work hard, my child Make sure you shine bright

Much, much later. when I am back home and being treated for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I will be enabled to see what was going on in my mind immediately after 11 August. I am still capable of operating mechanically as a soldier in these following days. But operating mechanically as a soldier is now all I am capable of. Martin says he is worried about me. He says I have the thousand-yard stare'. Of course, I cannot see this stare. But by now we both have more than an idea what it means. So, among all the soldiers here, this is nothing to be ashamed of. But as it really does just go with the territory we find ourselves in. it is just as equally not a badge of honour. Martin is seasoned enough to never even think this. but I know of young men back home, sitting in front of war films and war games, who idolise this condition as some kind of mark of a true warrior. But from where I sit, if indeed I do have this stare, this pathetically naive thinking is a crock of shit. Because only some pathetically naive soul who had never felt this nothingness would say something so fucking dumb. You are no longer human, with all those depths and highs and nuances of emotion that define you as a person. There is no feeling any more, because to feel any emotion would also be to beckon the overwhelming blackness from you. My mind has now locked all this down. And without any control of this self-defence mechanism my subconscious has operated. I do not feel any more. But when I close my eyes. I see the dead Taliban looking into this blackness. And I see the Afghan soldier's face staring into it, singing gently as he slips into another world. And I see Dave Hicks's face. shaking gently as he tries to stay awake in this one. With this, I lift myself up, sitting foetal and hugging my knees on my sleeping mat.

the most beautiful woman in any room is the woman with the most joy in her heart, not with the fewest wrinkles on her face. Wrinkles are beautiful badges of honour – they represent all the fun and laughter and tears in your life. Iron out the lines and you iron out your life, and that is something I would never do.

I didn't mind the fact I was a virgin still, but I knew some girls saw it as a badge of shame. It was ridiculous how society acted. You were a prude if you hadn't had sex and a slut if you had. There needed to be a middle ground where people who actually liked sex could spend their time doing it as much as they wanted.

Words I Should Have Told My Mother A tribute to my beloved Mother I love you for being Wonderful Colourful Powerful Prayerful Beautiful Cheerful Kind Wise Lovely Loving Noble Confident Excellent Perfect Patient Resilient Significant A warrior And for being great! These are the words I should have told my loving Mother!

I Promise You A message of hope from a wonderful Mother I am here to walk you Through this journey called life I will look after you Until you can do so on your own I know you need my help for now Yes, I assure you my lovely one I shall hold your hand no matter what And stand by you, even in the darkest night Will ensure your days are bright Indeed, the Earth can be so rough Just like the ocean changes its tide Fear not, for I will be on your side With you, I will fly high Until we go to the skies And touch the shining stars I will not let my scars Stop me from being kind To you my precious child I will be there Until the end I promise you!

We all have scars. Some of them, like the one you and me share, you can see with your eyes. Some of them, you ink, like you do, on your skin so that they tell the story like a picture book. Like a badge of honour that you overcame something really bad. Then there are others, like the scar that stays in your heart when you’re left alone in a hospital room for a week without anyone visiting you, or when you sleep on a metal bed in a concrete prison filled with bad men or weak men who only touch each other to sin in one way or another. I think it’s harder to talk about those scars and it’s harder to get over them because they wrap around you like poison ivy, making it hard to breathe and pump blood through your heart in the normal way.

I Pray For This Girl Oh yes! For the young girl Who just landed on Mother Earth! The one about to turn five with a smile Or the other one who just turned nine She is not only mine My Mother’s, Grandmother’s Neighbour’s or friend’s daughter She is like a flower Very fragile, yet so gorgeous An Angel whose wings are invisible I speak life to this young or older girl She might not have a say But expects the world to be a better place Whether affluent or impoverished No matter her state of mind Her background must not determine How she is treated She needs to live, she has to thrive! Lord God Almighty Sanctify her unique journey Save her from the claws of the enemy Shield her against any brutality Restore her if pain becomes a reality Embrace her should joy pass swiftly When emptiness fills her heart severely May you be her sanctuary! Dear Father, please give her The honour to grow without being frightened Hope whenever she feels forsaken Contentment even after her heart was broken Comfort when she is shaken Courage when malice creeps in Calm when she needs peace Strength when she is weak Freedom to climb on a mountain peak And wisdom to tackle any season Guide her steps, keep her from tumbling My Lord, if she does sometimes stumble Lift her up, so she can rise and ramble Grant her power to wisely triumph On my knees, I plead meekly for this girl I may have never met her I may not know her name I may not be in her shoes I may not see her cries Yet, I grasp her plight Wherever she is King of Kings Be with her Each and every day I pray for this girl

No one is despised by others unless he be previously despised by himself: a groveling and abject mind may fall an easy prey to such contempt: but he who stands up against the most cruel misfortunes, and overcomes those evils by which others would have been crushed—such a man, I say, turns his misfortunes into badges of honour, because we are so constituted as to admire nothing so much as a man who bears adversity bravely.

The first distinction that we make is between public and private anger. Much research treats the two as equivalent, but in fact they are opposites. Public anger is often worn like a badge of honour. Icelanders protesting against a corrupt political class are emboldened by virtue. They railed against corruption and sought moral redress. Extinction Rebellion is fueled by the anger of righteousness. When people are publicly angry, because they are wronged, or they witness wrong-doing, they want it to be recognized and addressed. This is moral outrage. Private anger resembles its opposite. It is often characterized by shame. People who are angry in their private lives, often seek counseling, rather than retribution. An angry colleague, a stressed parent, or an enraged driver – these are people in need of help, not deserving of redress. But public anger itself is also two-sided.

The Priceless Job of Motherhood God of Heaven I am here on Earth To follow a Divine mandate Of being a loving Mother I know I have no strength To do this on my own I pray for your wisdom To perform this task Without a fright As I raise these children Please help me remember I was never hired for this role But highly favoured To find myself in it Hence, I acknowledge this privilege Of being a parent to them Lord, I lift my hands And bow to Your majestic Name I say at top of my voice Thank you, Father For the priceless job of Motherhood!

My Darling Child Yesterday, I was a child Today, I am a Mother So much like your Grandmother I realised another life Was growing inside of me I had to embrace another being As part of my daily living That is how I found my healing You are my precious gift My love for you is so deep When I held you in my arms I could not help but admire Such a beautiful Soul I sang you a song To express my joy Of being a parent to you I knew there was a reason You were chosen To journey with me So, here is my promise Will be the best Mom I can ever be I will stand by you forever And no one can take on The role I play My darling child

I Promise You A message of hope from a wonderful Mother I am here to walk you Through this journey called life I will look after you Until you can do so on your own I know you need my help for now Yes, I assure you my lovely one I shall hold your hand no matter what Stand by you, even in the darkest night And ensure your days are bright Indeed, the Earth can be so rough Just like the ocean changes its tide Fear not, for I will be on your side With you, I will fly high Until we get to the skies And touch the shining stars I will not let my scars Stop me from being kind To you, my precious child I will be there Until the end I promise you!

She Is Remarkable Salute to the woman who knows who she is And why she is who she is A powerful being Once thrown into the deep end of the ocean But swam her way back to shore She never stops moving forward Nothing can ever pull her backwards Such a brave warrior Shout out to the superwoman Determined to change the status quo Because she feels the need to do so Just like an eagle She soars higher and higher As the wind blows stronger She does not let anything deter her From reaching another level in life Thumbs up to an amazing woman A great force to be reckoned with That committed Mother on the street Who trades from sunrise to sunset Trying to make ends meet Oh, she has a heart so big Being mindful that come snow or sunshine She has mouths to feed I revere this gifted woman Who uses her creativity To make an impact in society Despite the uniqueness of her talent She remains a trendsetter It could be the potter in whose hands clay becomes magic The miner who touches gold, before it even gets sold to the markets Or the strategist who sits in high-level meetings, making sure organisations do not collapse A special mention to the special woman Who chooses not to give up She understands that others look up to her The smart lady out there, with a clear vision She makes things happen for her family, community, and the world at large She deserves a badge of honour Because she is remarkable!

Woman of Virtue She could be as still as a statue But unapologetically vibrant Even in her silence She exudes confidence Yet, so humble She runs her race with courage Because she has a clear picture Of where she is going She knows who she is And what she really wants She understands what her worth signifies Extremely dignified Many odds she defies Has influence that no one denies No matter where she goes, she prospers She makes life so much better Never doubts her own power She whose face shines brighter Such a paragon of splendour That recognizes God’s favour Committed to excellence Crowned with brilliance Clothed by abundance Cloaked in resilience Conquers through experience She is someone I look up to A woman of virtue

I Should Have Told You Child, I love you I wished to be with you longer But I had to go to a place up yonder My time on Earth was over There is something I should tell I hope you receive it well Here is a vital fact Not every parent might share Please lend me an ear Learn while you can I want you to know That life comes with its highs and lows Stand for yourself, whether or not it snows Pray more and fast more Trust the Lord your God When storms come your way Do not doubt your faith Put on a brave face Run in the right lane You shall win the race Be a good learner Always be eager To become an achiever Keep being a dreamer Never fear to be a leader Because you were born to prosper And that my adorable one Is what I should have told you

My Beloved Son! Special appreciation from a wonderful Mother Look at you all grown up Kind, but tough What an honour To be your Mother Truly blessed by your aura You have done me a favour By being part of my life I am grateful that you are fine May you know whose you are As your loving parent I make the commitment To share essential lessons That can help you excel In the path that lies ahead I hope you will understand How you will get there With joy, love and care Please, lend me an ear Of this, you should hear Be grounded in the Lord Pursue His Wisdom Acknowledge His grace Seek His ways all your days So, when hail comes your way You will not faint, but reign Stand tall like a tower Go higher and higher Please shine brighter My beloved son

The Things Mommy Taught Oh, my child! You are beautiful, without a doubt Love the person you are Look in the mirror with a smile Seek after things that matter Allow nothing to ruin your good heart Shun anything wicked for you to hear Listen, so you too can be heard Choose to be of good influence Invest in a better tomorrow Become no one’s shadow Learn not to be shallow Lead so others can follow Let go of what brings you sorrow Know where to find joy Even when I am gone Remain strong In the storm, do not get lost Fix your eyes upon the Lord Fill your mind with the Word of God For in it are infinite wells of wisdom Hold on to His promises Pursue your purpose Say a prayer Make sure you prosper Each day on this Earth Remember the things Mommy taught

A Remarkable Woman She is so exquisite Even without make-up on her face She is very special Even if she lets others seem important She is selfless Even when the selfish surround her She offers a lot of love Even so, she needs it often She has a big heart Even though she appears small She lets others belong But she longs to be appreciated She adds value Despite her own worth being undermined She is attentive Nonetheless; no one pays attention to her needs She is patient No matter how long it takes, she waits She is giving While no one could be willing to give She is forgiving Much as the worst was done against her She is trusting Albeit her trust was broken a countless times She is wise In spite of being treated otherwise by some She works hard Notwithstanding that she requires to rest She is helpful Yet, there is none to lend her a hand She makes life seem easy Whilst going through difficult times herself She stands by others Although there is no one to stand by her She chooses to be peaceful Against being somehow provoked She is calm Undeterred by what is not She is bold In defiance of tough battles ahead She shows bravery Still in the presence of adversity She is fearless Though she may seem helpless She is spirited Contrary to attempts to bring her down She is never destroyed Irrespective of storms she faces sometimes She keeps moving forward Granting the hindrances along the way She does not look down on others Regardless of some doing so to her She recognizes those who shielded her on rainy days Whenever the sun shines upon her She keeps on running her race Because she knows for her, grace is abundant She puts a smile on, always Since prayer keeps her in the right place She is an inspiration A pioneer of transformation True leader of economic revolution How the world aspires for such A remarkable woman!

Grateful For You A gratitude poem from a Mother to her miracle child You are a wonderful treasure My love for you I cannot measure In you, God gave me an Angel Through you, I was blessed by the Heavens An answered prayer of way back Just when I thought it was over My precious gift from Above, you showed up! Filled with your bright smile and loads of fun You make me so fine Oh, what a privilege in life! To be given such a sense of pride As I call you my child While you chose to be mine You are so kind You bring me hope every time I could go through heavy tides With you by my side I always rise You help me to make many strides I cannot drown, not even once You give me a better chance To become a daring Mom I have peace, even in the storm Because you teach me to stay strong So glad you came along And never left me all alone What an honour to be your Mother! My perfect match Such a great catch! My very best friend Will you lend me a hand? To walk beside you on this land You are all I ever need And I am so grateful for you

I Pray For This Girl Oh yes! For the young girl Who just landed on Mother Earth! The one about to turn five with a smile Or the other one who just turned nine She is not only mine My Mother’s, Grandmother’s Neighbour’s or friend’s daughter She is like a flower Very fragile, yet so gorgeous An Angel whose wings are invisible I speak life to this young or older girl She might not have a say But expects the world to be a better place Whether affluent or impoverished No matter her state of mind Her background must not determine How she is treated She needs to live, she has to thrive! Lord God Almighty Sanctify her unique journey Save her from the claws of the enemy Shield her against any brutality Restore her if pain becomes a reality Embrace her should joy pass swiftly When emptiness fills her heart severely May you be her sanctuary! Dear Father, please give her The honour to grow without being frightened Hope whenever she feels forsaken Contentment even after her heart was broken Comfort when she is shaken Courage when malice creeps in Calm when she needs peace Strength when she is weak Freedom to climb on a mountain peak And wisdom to tackle any season Guide her steps, keep her from tumbling My Lord, if she does sometimes stumble Lift her up, so she can rise and ramble Grant her power to tactfully triumph On my knees, I plead meekly for this girl I may have never met her I may not know her name I may not be in her shoes I may not see her cries Yet, I grasp her plight Wherever she is King of Kings Be with her Each and every day I pray for this girl

I Pray For This Girl Oh yes! For the young girl Who just landed on Mother Earth! The one about to turn five with a smile Or the other one who just turned nine She is not only mine My Mother’s, Grandmother’s Neighbour’s or friend’s daughter She is like a flower Very fragile, yet so gorgeous An Angel whose wings are invisible I speak life to this young or older girl She might not have a say But expects the world to be a better place Whether affluent or impoverished No matter her state of mind Her background must not determine How she is treated Like others, she needs to live Indeed, she has to thrive! Lord God Almighty Sanctify her unique journey Save her from the claws of the enemy Shield her against any brutality Restore her if pain becomes a reality Embrace her should joy pass swiftly When emptiness fills her heart severely May you be her sanctuary! Dear Father, please give her The honour to grow without being frightened Hope whenever she feels forsaken Contentment even after her heart was broken Comfort when she is shaken Courage when malice creeps in Calm when she needs peace Strength when she is weak Freedom to climb on a mountain peak And wisdom to tackle any season Guide her steps, keep her from tumbling My Lord, if she does sometimes stumble Lift her up, so she can rise and ramble Grant her power to wisely triumph On my knees, I plead meekly for this girl I may have never met her I may not know her name I may not be in her shoes I may not see her cries Yet, I grasp her plight Wherever she is King of Kings Be with her Each and every day I pray for this girl

My brave husband came back from fighting the Turks and brought me a robe of silk and a necklace of human teeth. He sat up at night by his hearth telling tales of battle. Apparently the Turks are ten times more ferocious and fearless than the Scots. 'Perhaps we should invite them here to drive the Scots back,' I suggested, and he laughed, but he didn't kiss me. That's when I learned the truth about scars. A man with a battle scar is a veteran, a hero, given an honoured place at the fire. Small boys gaze up fascinated, dreaming of winning such badges of courage. Maids caress his thighs with their buttocks as they bend over to mull his ale. Women cluck and cosset, and if in time other men grow a little weary of that tale of honour, then they call for his cup to be filled again and again until he is fuddled and dozes quietly in the warmth of the embers. But a scarred woman is not encouraged to tell her story. Boys jeer and mothers cross themselves. Pregnant women will not come close for fear that if they look upon such a sight, the infant in their belly will be marked. You've heard of the tales of Beauty and the Beast no doubt. How a fair maid falls in love with a monster and sees the beauty of his soul beneath the hideous visage. But you've never heard the tale of the handsome man falling for the monstrous woman and finding joy in her love, because it doesn't happen, not even in fairytales. The truth is that the scarred woman's husband buys her a good thick veil and enquires about nunneries for the good of her health. He spends his days with his falcons and his nights instructing pageboys in their duties. For if nothing else, the wars taught him how to be a diligent master to such pretty lads.

There's blood pounding through the Duke's head. Knighthood is glory, he's thinking, not just grace in the saddle and at swordplay, but courage enough to give your life to defend what you hold dear. A noble reward, for noble men. A badge of honour. He'd never ennoble a merchant. Even Chaucer, whom he admires, but knows to be a fool on a battlefield. Not Chaucer's fault, that; just his merchant blood. Knighthood's not for the likes of these people; for Madame Perrers' brood. He thought she knew her place. But she's overreached herself; she's as grasping as the rest of them, after all. Do these people think they can buy or steal everything?

This was very much Billing territory. He picked up on the literary, journalistic and political notions of the radical right: proposals for Jewish ghettoes and yellow star badges; anti-German and anti-alien strictures; moves against the sale of honours and internal corruption; and, crucially, took them to the masses.

Wear your failure as a badge of honour.

If soccer really is a ‘a slum sport played in slum stadiums increasingly watched by slum people’ as declared by the Sunday Times in 1985 after the Bradford fire disaster that took 56 lives, then Rayo Vallecano wear their slum affiliation like a badge of honour.

Sir Rabindranath Tagore returned his knighthood to the British in protest against ‘the helplessness of our position as British subjects in India’. Tagore’s early ambivalence about the costs and benefits of British rule was replaced after Amritsar by what he termed a ‘graceless disillusionment’ at the ‘misfortune of being governed by a foreign race’. He did not want a ‘badge of honour’ in ‘the incongruous context of humiliation’.

Wear your sensitivities like a badge of honour. It's what makes you special.

To look out the window, it might be the 1980s still, the height of the heroin plague, the police doing nothing, the politicians doing nothing. The same faces loitering in the forecourt of the boarded-up garage, proud of their intractability, the notoriety of their home. Wearing their failure like a badge of honour, generation after generation, parent and child.

The real badge of honour at work is not to work longer than anyone else, but to work smarter than anyone else.

The executors earn the badge of honour. More work more result. No work no result.

My Mother’s Love Gave me a chance to live Grateful that I am alive Glad she helped me survive I can feel the depth of her sacrifice She closed the doors of early death on me Through her act of bravery Indeed, she has been so kind What can one give To a parent who took the risk By saving an unborn child? I am privileged enough Being counted among the living Thank God she lived too! Although she is now gone Her efforts will not go unnoticed She chose my life over hers I will forever honour her Because for me to be here It is due to my Mother’s love

How Shall I Ever Thank You? Ode to my precious Mother For saving my life When there was a plot to end it For loving me When I felt unloved For treating me with kindness When some were unkind For standing by my side When it was not easy For providing unwavering support When I needed you the most For brightening up my days As I faced dark clouds For finding solutions When I went through challenges For offering courage When I was afraid For bringing me hope When I was in despair For showing me the way When I went astray For being able to pray When I asked for a prayer For everything you have done How shall I ever thank you?

How Shall I Ever Thank You? An ode to my precious Mother For saving my life When there was a plot to end it For loving me When I felt unloved For treating me with kindness When some were unkind For standing by my side When it was not easy For providing unwavering support When I needed you the most For brightening up my days As I faced dark clouds For finding solutions When I went through challenges For offering courage When I was afraid For bringing me hope When I was in despair For showing me the way When I went astray For being able to pray When I asked for a prayer For everything you have done How shall I ever thank you?

Thank You A letter of gratitude to a loving Mother For the great times, we spent For the beautiful memories, we shared For the wonderful life, we had For the light, you shed For the love, you gave For the sacrifices, you made For the smile, you kept For the fun, you brought For the valuable lessons, you taught For the value, you added For the amazing things, you did For the precious gift, you have been From the depth of my heart I can never have enough words to say Thank you!

Pray With Me I know God is in control Throughout the seasons Even when I face obstacles While I wish to hear oracles As I stand on the edge Of a mountain so steep In pursuit of peace There is one thing I believe When I go on my knees And honour His will Before I seal that deal I have with destiny It is my plea That I be set free To succeed Help please Pray with me!

God Bless The Queen Mother Ode to her Majesty God bless the Queen Mother Grant her many years of life We need her in our lives Show her everlasting love Cover her with power from Above God bless the Queen Mother A descendant of royalty As she goes in and out of the city To serve with loyalty and dignity May she have serenity God bless the Queen Mother Whether down the valley or up the hill On the battlefield, may she win Please keep her still As she honours your will God bless the Queen Mother Throughout seasons Wherever she goes And whatever she does Let her be favoured God bless the Queen Mother!

A Special Prayer For Mothers To all the Mothers Who stand for what is right They work so hard Never let the weather dictate How they love their children Always there whenever needed Do what is best for loved ones Yes, they guide leaders on how to reign Cry out to God to save future generations As they plead for true liberation A reliable source of inspiration Not ordinary humans But special women Whom we call Moms Fighters of hunger Seekers of wellbeing Promoters of longevity Providers of stability Pioneers of societies Pillars of many countries Teachers of morals and values We pray for their blessings And breakthroughs in all they do! This is our special prayer for Mothers

Mothers Are So Wonderful We are the ones who carry babies for months We feel anxious about their safety We do our best to keep them healthy We worry the most when they are thirsty We feed them when hungry We are the ones who look after their wellbeing We ensure our kids’ lives are worthwhile We find ways to provide optimum care We are patient to see them grow older Yes, they always run to us for cover We are the ones who are called names When things go wrong with our children But given no credit when they excel in life We create conducive environments all the time We take the bullet for our loved ones We brace raging storms on their behalf We are the ones who walk miles In search of better opportunities for our offspring We sleep very late and wake up too early We guide them to achieve great things We say prayers for them to prosper God was right to entrust women with childbearing because Mothers are so wonderful

A Special Mother That is who you are An Angel that once lived with us Who now left for the Heavens A loving parent Such a rare gem A true blessing And a precious being Truly exceptional To us, you were like the sunshine That made our days shine bright You were like the flower That gave us hope to blossom each day Just like the rain That came and washed away our pain Much like an eagle That soared against strong winds for our sake Like a shield that ensures we are safe Death never took you away Because in our lives You are somehow alive Through the beautiful memories We gratefully hold in our hearts Indeed, you are our special Mother

Our Mothers Your eyes see hope for tomorrow Your hearts are made of gold that many wish to borrow Your minds sharp enough for others follow Your hands ensure that children grow Your feet go places where some cannot know Your courage makes you stand where strong winds blow Your presence becomes warmth, regardless of the snow Your influence can be felt within a stone’s throw You hold nothing back for whom you protect You speak words with good intent You treat others with so much respect You fight and never retract You pursue a path that keeps your faith intact You fulfil dreams and make a significant impact You pass through tough times while remaining steadfast You conquer battles as you pray and fast You instil discipline that becomes a great shield You serve others until they succeed You give inspiration among those who bleed You understand that you are rearing a rare breed You plant and nurture the right seed You help attract breakthroughs with speed You care for those in need You touch lives, indeed You lead your own to be great every step of the way You play your role very well, even without a pay You smile as if every day is your pay day You exude wisdom and put it on full display You save generations from going astray You run your race just like in a relay You pass the baton with no delay You carry so much worth as you get to be gray Hence, we salute you, our Mothers

My Loving Mother I keep thinking of you out of nowhere I continue talking about you everywhere When days go by, when I am anywhere I wish you would appear from somewhere Though I know you have gone elsewhere Your departure left me feeling empty My heart has been heavy For I have been lonely I hold your memories closely Because you made life a bit cosy Things are not the same, without you in this world I miss the moments of prayer we shared The guidance from your end Precept upon precept Losing you is something hard to accept The silent wishes you had for me The stories you told about your folks The wonderful chats we used to have It is all gone, gone for good Just like you did Yet I appreciate That you have been great And no one can ever take Your special place My loving Mother

What A Remarkable Woman You Are You are a child of God You are gifted You are triumphant You are exceptional You are inspirational You are irreplaceable You are loveable You are valuable You are beautiful You are helpful You are hopeful You are wonderful You are powerful You are prayerful You are purposeful You are successful My blessed Mother! What a remarkable woman you are

I Wish My Mother Was Here A special wish for Mother’s Day I wish my Mother was here So I could tell her What it means to me That she saved my life I wish my Mother was here So I could pat her on the shoulder To appreciate her kindness And all the love she has shown me I wish my Mother was here So, I would let her realize That I am grateful To be born of a powerful woman like her I wish my Mother was here So, I could make her aware Of the exceptional job she has done By raising me up I wish my Mother was here So, I could thank her For all the sacrifices she made Because she has been nothing but the best I wish my Mother was here!

Extraordinary Woman A token of appreciation to my beloved Mother You are beautiful Undeniably great Nature’s most amazing gift Your smile is worth a million bucks You shine like a star Your presence brings calm Your laughter brightens my day Your kindness warms my nights I am fortunate to call you Mom In you, I see an angel Under whose wings I remain safe All because you are so great What can one do to appreciate Such an amazing Soul Who fights like a warrior For the sake of her children You wake up each morning Ensuring that things are in the right place There is no way one can ever replace Such an extraordinary woman

If It Were Possible For a loving Mother If it were possible I would write you a letter Send it to the Heavens Just so you could read And realise how much I love you If it were possible I would get you flowers As a token of appreciation For all the great things you have done for me And the difference you made in my life If it were possible I would sit down next to you Have a deep conversation Perhaps to hear your current thoughts And listen to your guidance again If it were possible I would spend time with you Celebrate your presence Miss no precious moment And make sure it counts the most However, it is not possible Hence, I have no choice But to accept that you are gone

There Is A Superwoman Her name may not be popular Have never seen her face on a billboard But she is worth more! She may not have much in her pocket Yet she makes a plan for survival On her own, she is a survivor She loves, she laughs Even when her heart is bleeding She puts smiles on other people’s faces Secures a good future for her offspring From autumn to spring, she is reliable Like a rare gem, she is so valuable Her wisdom is beyond understanding A unique creative Always in the art of making history Great contributor to society Wonderful soul she is Real fighter for her rights Who changes many lives Superpower in the universe No matter what comes her way She can handle it You know why? She is a Superwoman

You Have Done Your Best A token of appreciation for an amazing Mother I remember our expectations of you We knew you would take care of us Yet we forgot you had your needs too We never thought in our little minds You could be sad sometimes Or be happy at other times You were good at hiding your emotions Because you were always in motion Making sure we had provision Oh, Mother, yours was a great vision To you, we were the priority You wanted to see us prosper To date, we still wonder How one could be so selfless That about her own life, she cared less Through you, we were so blessed We sometimes look back and are amazed At how you managed to make things happen We still do not have the answers All we know is that you have done your best!

She Was God Sent A special appreciation for a loving Mother She has gone to sleep Her beautiful soul is at rest She watched as we wept When we realized she had left But we remained kept By our appreciation for her She lived life to the fullest Until her last breath When blood could no longer flow to her heart We wondered who would lend a helping hand Because while alive, she always had our backs Even when things were hard We went through intense hurt As we dealt with her absence Yet we admired her race Which she ran with grace Our gift so rare A torchbearer She was our strength Truly, she was God-sent

I Can Only Imagine A special Eulogy to my adorable Mother I can only imagine How you may have felt That very day you left Not knowing how your children would fend for themselves Thank God He made provision for them I can only imagine The questions you had A few hours before you departed From wondering when you would take your last breath To trying to understand how your loved ones would react I can only imagine That unforgettable day When we witnessed your transition to Heaven I still wonder how you went But I remember your peaceful smile Even as you steadily waved goodbye I can only imagine The place where you are now Filled with nothing but joy As you forget the sorrow of this world While you admire the beauty of Paradise I can only imagine!

I Can Only Imagine A special Eulogy to my adorable Mother I can only imagine How you may have felt That very day you left Not knowing how your children would fend for themselves Thank God He made provision for them I can only imagine The questions you had A few hours before you departed From wondering when you would take your last breath To trying to understand how your loved ones would react I can only imagine That unforgettable day When we witnessed your transition to Heaven I still wonder how you went But I remember your peaceful smile Even as you steadily waved goodbye I can only imagine The place where you are now Filled with nothing but joy As you forget the sorrow of this world While you admire the beauty of Paradise I can only imagine!

With Love from Your Mother A letter to a beloved child I birthed and looked after you Worked hard to raise you up I never had my own time You were my priority I had to give you security And the assurance that I am there For you, I wanted what was best For me, everything was all about you Now that you are older I pray your life gets better So, I am writing you this letter To tell you it does not matter What happened in the past Your future looks bright Things may not seem alright As I am not there Child, I am only here Because my days on Earth came to an end But, like an Angel in Heaven I will hold your hand Yes, I will cheer you on Declare your blessings And countless breakthroughs With love, your loving Mother

My Dearest Child I think of you so often And I know you are important Greatness is your nature A special gift I did not deserve You are my treasure And, this you must remember As you wake up in the morning To face another day Holding on to God’s hand Go on your knees May it be your prayer To be closer to your Maker Seek His glorious face Follow a Divine mandate As you run your race Honour His grace All your days So, when you get to Heaven one day You can meet the Almighty When you rest for eternity While on this Earth Be the best you could ever be My dearest child

That Is All I Ask Hold my trembling hand I am now ailing Do not let me fall Indeed, I am weak When I struggle to see afar Show me the way If I sometimes cry Wipe the tears on my cheeks Whilst words skip my lips Hear my voice as I whisper; “It is me! It is me! Please help me out.” For I am no longer young But old enough Would you take care of me? I require you to be there Like a child needs a parent Stand by me, time and again That is all I ask

This Life of Mine Reflections of a fruitful Mother I am now old But I am also bold My ideas I have sold Through the stories I told In too many folds I narrated to my folks The beauty of my walk Hence, I will always talk About the wonders of this world The wealth of wisdom I imparted to my children And many others that came my way I did not only live for myself Yes, I graciously helped I made a great impact Hence, I do not regret I am filled with gratitude As I take this final breath Knowing I have done my level best It is time to depart the Earth I still look back As I thank the God of the Land For this life of mine

Do Not Be Silent Encouraging words from a Loving Mother to her wonderful child There is greatness inside of you Allow your voice to be heard It is like medicine for the soul With healing power to the wounded Let your gifts take you through better doors Showcase your brilliant work to the world You can only get going after you have started So, invest in what is good for you Be an agent of transformation Help those in dire situations Lead others in the right direction Be part of the solution Choose to make a mark Open your mouth Say what is deep within your heart Do not be silent

My Kind of Girl A letter of inspiration from a Loving Mother My kind of girl Understands who she is And stands for what she believes in She cannot be broken No one can belittle her When trials come her way She remains unfazed My kind of girl Walks with confidence She exudes excellence An epitome of elegance She does due diligence Being mindful of her intelligence Because she knows her importance My kind of girl Builds her own future A certified trailblazer Who utilizes the power within her To be of good influence Always on top of her game Yes, she keeps soaring like an eagle My kind of girl Takes charge of her own life Secures her name in historical archives For she is no ordinary woman An extraordinary being She dares to dream In the world, she makes a difference That is my kind of girl

My Kind of Girl A letter of inspiration from a Loving Mother My kind of girl Understands who she is And stands for what she believes in She cannot be broken No one can belittle her When trials come her way She remains unfazed My kind of girl Walks with confidence She exudes excellence An epitome of elegance She does due diligence Being mindful of her intelligence Because she knows her importance My kind of girl Builds her own future A certified trailblazer Who utilizes the power within her To be of good influence Always on top of her game Yes, she keeps soaring like an eagle My kind of girl Takes charge of her own life Secures her name in historical archives For she is no ordinary woman An extraordinary being She dares to dream In the world, she makes a difference That is my kind of girl

My Kind of Girl A letter of inspiration from a Loving Mother My kind of girl Understands who she is And stands for what she believes in She cannot be broken No one can belittle her When trials come her way She remains unfazed My kind of girl Walks with confidence She exudes excellence An epitome of elegance She does due diligence Being mindful of her intelligence Because she knows her importance My kind of girl Builds her own future A certified trailblazer Who utilizes the power within her To be of good influence Always on top of her game Yes, she keeps soaring like an eagle My kind of girl Takes charge of her own life Secures her name in historical archives For she is no ordinary woman An extraordinary being She dares to dream In the world, she makes a difference That is my kind of girl

You Are Wonderfully Made You have a voice And certainly, a choice Speak out and let people listen To what you have to say Believe without a doubt That you are not average You can change the world Inside of you, there is greatness Yes, you must be great Your life should not be in vain For a purpose, you were created So, do not feel intimidated Go out there and be counted Among the best of the best Shine brighter and brighter Because you are wonderfully made

It Can Be Done An inspirational poem from a loving Mother to her child It can be done! Yes, we have to believe it We have seen God do miracles for others And we know He has power To turn the situation around It can be done! It does not matter what happened in the past It may seem impossible But highly possible To the Lord of all possibilities It can be done! Even if you have failed before You can still try once more Work until you are sure Of a better outcome It can be done! As long as you do it with passion Just go on your knees and say a prayer Make sure you prosper Because it can be done!

The Sacred Place of A Loving Mother It felt so unreal The atmosphere surreal Yet, you had serenity As you said your final goodbyes With conviction, you waved at us Until you gave your last breath That was the end of you on Earth Years go by and I realise I hope to see you one more time So, I keep looking around Your departure left in me a gaping wound That wound sometimes bleeds No matter how much I try to hide it I cannot help but long for you Mommy Your beautiful smile calmed my nerves Your warm presence gave me calmness Your gentle kindness changed who I am Your wealth of wisdom helped me grow Your staunch support kept me strong Your sincere sacrifices brought me hope Your powerful prayers made me a conqueror If you could hear my voice I would whisper the words “I love you.” If you could see my face You would realise that I miss you If you could look at me now You would understand how much I need you If you could notice my tears I know you would wipe them there and there If you could get closer to me You would give me a hug and say, “It is okay.” Because right now, I feel it is not Mama! Deep in my heart, there is a vacuum A vacuum that no one can ever fill Every time I am at crossroads I wonder what you would say or do Living next to you was a great blessing You were an amazing parent to me And you will always be my inspiration In sadness, I recall how you prayed In happiness, I recount how you praised the Lord In the wilderness, I remember how you trusted God It is still hard to believe you are gone I will cherish you forever My loving Mother No one can ever take your sacred place

Our Brilliant Mother She did not go to school But she schooled us on many things She was not qualified Regardless she gave us quality care She missed out on her own career Since we were her full-time job She was not in a high position Yet she made things happen She was not a celebrity Still, we celebrated her presence in our lives She never lived life to the fullest Because she lived for us She did not have it all Even so, she was all we had She was not perfect Simply the best This is enough reason to always cherish Our brilliant Mother!

Always There For Me Ode to my beloved Mother When there is no sunshine And stars do not shine in the night When the moon is not so bright And there seems to be no light You are always there for me When darkness is here And my pillow becomes a pool of tears When I am surrounded by fear And I need you near You are always there for me When the seas are rough on my side And I swim against the tide When I run out of time And I struggle in life You are always there for me When I am soaked in the rain And cloaked by pain When sadness puts me under strain And my joy goes down the drain You are always there for me When my mornings find me mourning And middays appear cloudy When midnights are filled with groaning And my new dawn is being delayed You are always there for me When the road is long And I need strength to go on When my voice is gone And I cannot sing a song You are always there for me When my heart is weak And I feel so weary When there is no sign of victory And I sometimes worry You are always there for me

A Godly Woman Ode to a woman who loves God wholeheartedly A Godly Woman Walks according to the Word Wherever she is in this world When circumstances do not allow She still knows her worth A Godly Woman Follows the route of righteousness Although it may seem inconvenient She finds a way to understand The path she ought to travel A Godly Woman Subscribes to the Gospel No matter how others question it She spreads good news to the nations Even if it means taking on a new dimension A Godly Woman Kneels even when she is weak She searches the heart of God Until she finds it Despite what she has lost A Godly Woman Keeps her eyes fixed on the Cross Her aid does not come from across Hence, she is always afloat Even in the midst of floods A Godly Woman Inspires other people She is someone you can look up to Or easily reach for help A kind-hearted Soul celebrated by Heaven A Godly Woman Has Divine power Always a conqueror More than a fighter In every battle, she is victorious A Godly Woman Can never afford to live Without acknowledging her Maker Every single day, she relies on her Saviour Because she is a devoted Believer No one can ever dispute the fact that She is a godly woman

Worth More Than A Precious Jewel What a brilliant woman! She thinks beyond the now Yet, she lives in the present Will not let her past define her Never scared to face the future She is very influential And knows the power of self-love Takes pride in her life Such a humble Soul She lets nothing bring her down Even after a fall, she stands back up Where there seems to be no way Her resilience keeps the enemy at bay The universe celebrates her bravery As she walks from victory to victory A special human with a passion for humanity She dispels any myth of inferiority Sees herself as a priority Recognizes her own reality She does what she can do best Always has it covered by prayer A sister, a friend, a Mother A daughter, a neighbour, or a leader Who remains a great treasure! Because she is worth more than a precious jewel

I Love You Mama You ran in the right lane You knew that you were in a race You became my happy place You brightened my face You kept me in your gentle embrace You taught me how to live with grace You became a powerful woman I could emulate You ought to be celebrated in essence You are truly a woman of substance You and brilliance belong to the same sentence You filled my space with a sweet fragrance You lit the room with your presence You raised me with a clear conscience You gave me profound guidance Your teachings, I still preserve Your prayers, I will treasure Your impact, I shall not forget Your commitment, I felt But, I now have to accept that you left Here is what I want you to know I love you, Mama!

A Letter to My Beloved Son As you land on this place called Earth Many things shall be unearthed As the sun rises, it is compelled to set Much as you are alive It may be for a while But the key things you require So, listen my child! Honour the gift of life Value your time Please be wise Opt to be the light Even on the darkest night Do not lose sight Of a future so bright Follow what is right For things to be alright Believe in Jesus Christ Let Him be your guide Pray without ceasing Know your calling Keep on dreaming You must believe That you will succeed You are part of me I must tell you no lies The world can be harsh sometimes Remember little one To keep moving forward You will reap great rewards And be very proud With love, your loving Mom

Such A Great Treasure This is my lovely daughter With a special place in my life She melts my heart with her smile Calms my nerves with laughter For her, I have so much love Love that will keep her warm On cold winter nights Even when I left ahead of time God took care of her Better than me being there As I watch her from afar I do appreciate That she is truly mine I once held her in my arms And she named me her mom What a privilege it was To birth such a great treasure!

Until The End of Time When I am old and grey Almost on my way to the grave As the smile begins to fade And I find myself alone Not necessarily lonely For God will be with me Will not fear to face tomorrow Because I know that today And every other day My Lord still reigns I believe in His power Which transforms lives Yes, I will hold on No matter what, I will not let go Until the end of time

It Is Well At times when you are unwell As you almost drown in a pool of tears Walk away from any distress And choose to say, ‘It is well.’ When life becomes so hard And the pain you face becomes too sharp When your days feel like cold nights Be the one to say, ‘It is well.’ When you wonder which way to take And you are unsure how you will get there When you go through myriad tests Trust the Lord and say, ‘It is well.’ When everything seems unfair And people begin to doubt the God you serve When you go through things you do not deserve Learn to say, ‘It is well.’ Things will not always go your way Because it is the Lord’s will that prevails That is why in every circumstance You should pray and say, ‘It is well.

Know Your Worth My child, you are favoured In Jesus’ precious Name Your blessings are abundant So, embrace your essence Wherever you are Keep moving forward Yes, you must rise While there is still time Make sure you shine Feel the sunshine Put on a big smile Avoid what makes you cry Never ever worry You carry God’s glory As you go through life’s journey Be spectacular Straighten your crown And know your worth

Be The Best I woke up every morning Saying an earnest prayer Asking the Angels to surround you To keep you safe wherever you go Remember to play your part Please be smart And wear your crown with pride Ensure you rise My precious child! Always follow the light When it gets dark at night Continue to shine where you are Look beyond the confines Touch the skies Make history You are not ordinary My own flesh and blood Be the best!

Be Great My Child This is your own journey I cannot tell so easily Exactly how to navigate But I am here to guide you Because I truly care And wish to see you prosper My darling, whatever life brings along Find ways to deal with it Acknowledge each season Pursue your God-given purpose Choose what is right Forget that which is not Be wiser as you grow old Live the best way you can Love yourself more and more Learn to embrace who you are Say a prayer each day Create beautiful memories Dream big and be happy Wake up, make your dreams a reality Walk towards prosperity And build a long-lasting legacy Whatsoever you do child, be great!

Soar Like An Eagle Please listen As I share with you child What is in my heart I want you to realize Your own potential So, think thoroughly Understand something Do not feed your enemies Dine in front of them Never hate your haters Love them instead Put up a good fight Remember you live once Avoid any regrets Choose to be great It is my sincere prayer That you soar like an eagle

You Are An Inspiration Inspiring words from an inspirational Mother to her child Walk this journey without hesitation Make a solemn declaration Have solid determination Until you reach your destination This process has no clear definition Therefore, make sound decisions Remember, the past has no revisions Child, have a clear vision This is what I envision As a candid resolution That you will be part of the solution When you embark on the Great Commission To accomplish the massive mission Seek the right information Celebrate your liberation Fear no limitation Pursue restoration Surpass any expectation And value your contribution Can I have a confirmation? Because you are an inspiration!

A Powerful Woman Ode to my wonderful Mother When a powerful woman departs from this world She leaves behind a great legacy For real, she rests in eternal peace Because her entire life was lived not only for herself But for countless generations to come When a powerful woman departs from this world Although her loved ones shed tears They still look back and appreciate As they affectionately remember What she has done for them When a powerful woman departs from this world The Mighty hand of God is seen Through how she ran her race Under the influence of Divine Grace Which leads her to the Promised Land When a powerful woman departs from this world Her beautiful memories remain Her wonderful contribution embraced Her colourful name celebrated By those whose lives she changed When a powerful woman departs from this world, no one can dispute that she made her mark

Woman of Virtue She could be as still as a statue But unapologetically vibrant Even in her silence She exudes confidence Yet so humble She runs her race with courage Because she has a clear picture Of where she is going She knows who she is And what she wants She understands what her worth signifies Extremely dignified Many odds she defies She has influence that no one denies No matter where she goes, she prospers She makes life so much better Never doubts her own power She whose face shines brighter Such a paragon of splendour That recognises God’s favour Committed to excellence Crowned with brilliance Clothed by abundance Cloaked in resilience Conquers any turbulence She is someone I look up to A woman of virtue

A Remarkable Woman She is so exquisite Even without makeup on her face She is very special Even if she lets others seem important She is selfless Even when the selfish surround her She offers a lot of love Even so, she needs it often She has a big heart Even though she appears small She lets others belong But she longs to be appreciated She adds value Despite her worth being undermined She is attentive Nonetheless, no one pays attention to her needs She is patient No matter how long it takes, she waits She is generous While no one could be willing to give She is forgiving Much as the worst was done against her She is trusting Albeit her trust was broken countless times She is wise In spite of being treated otherwise by some She works hard Notwithstanding that she requires rest She is helpful Yet, there is none to lend her a hand She makes life seem easy Whilst going through difficult times herself She stands by others Although there is no one to stand by her She chooses to be peaceful Against being somehow provoked She is calm Undeterred by what is not She is bold In defiance of tough battles ahead She shows bravery Still in the presence of adversity She is fearless Though she may seem helpless She is spirited Contrary to attempts to bring her down She is never destroyed Irrespective of the storms she faces sometimes She keeps moving forward Granting the hindrances along the way She stands in the gap And makes things happen She does not look down on others Regardless of some doing so to her She recognises those who shielded her on rainy days Whenever the sun shines upon her She keeps running her race Because she knows for her, grace is abundant She wears a smile always Since prayer keeps her in the right place She is an inspiration A pioneer of transformation Cheerleader for economic revolution How the world adores such A remarkable woman!

I Love You Mama You ran on the right lane You knew that you are in a race You became my happy place You brightened my face You kept me in your gentle embrace You taught me how to live with grace You became a powerful woman I could emulate You ought to be celebrated in essence You are truly a woman of substance You and brilliance belong to the same sentence You filled my space with a sweet fragrance You lit the room with your presence You raised me with a clear conscience You gave me profound guidance Your teachings, I still preserve Your prayers, I will treasure Your impact, I shall not forget Your commitment, I felt But, I now have to accept that you left Here is what I want you to know I love you, Mama!

You Are So Wonderful You lay bare your brain for others to learn Great lessons you always share From you, there is so much to hear Your head is crowned with wisdom You show the world how things are done I call your name with pride My love for you I cannot hide You have a heart that is never weak It does not break, it only bends When you land into hardships You find a way to rise You manage to put on a smile Stand back up and walk another mile Despite any pain life I am yet to meet someone of your calibre With so much courage to endure And the patent instincts of a survivor Oh, woman of valour! You need no stamp of approval from anyone Because victory is your birth right Superwoman, you are so wonderful

From My Mother’s Classroom I looked at her As she spoke Every word Each lesson Profound wisdom And valuable guidance I held it so close to me I was the curious learner She, the passionate teacher The same teachings Have carried me across oceans Helped me climb mountains Walked me through the darkest valleys Kept me safe in the wilderness I conquered battles Beat the odds Pursued my purpose Fearlessly dreamt Lived a life so great That is why today I still appreciate Everything I learnt From my Mother’s classroom

A Better Future A special tribute to my beautiful Mother When you were strict towards me I thought you were being mean When you advised me to behave I would sometimes misbehave When you instilled discipline I assumed you were ill-treating me When you taught about being responsible I did not want to be accountable When you told me to go to school I felt it was not cool When you gave me less money for lunch I somehow expected more When you asked for my homework I was keen to do nothing When you said I should pray I only wanted to play Mother! It was because back then I did not know, but now I realise You were preparing me For a better future!