Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

About Mothers


In most things I am free
to make my choice
but still she tries to guide me
with her look, with her voice

and I wonder why mothers
keep on bothering?
And to think of it, it isn’t surprising,
but till eternity they do the mothering thing?

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 09, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/9/2014 3:32:00 PM)

    Absolutely! Once a mother, always a mother. As I constantly tell my daughter...I'm always going to be your Mom and nothing can ever change that..not even death. Then she gives me the old eye roll! (Report) Reply

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