To My Mother Poem by KwaNdebele Science School

Most near, most dear, most loved and most far.
On the couch where I often find you,
Relaxing, sitting as huge as a happy nation.
She is the best in every way and every manner
Possible. She guides, loves, cares and is most far.
At midnight, the first hour of dawn.
She is the first one to reach out, without a yawn.
Than she cares so deep as if it might
Have been her last hope for a call I plain sight.
She gives the at most of reason for you to love
Her; and she always acts as a dove.
My mother, the greatest gift from God
And I pray the she dose not become the odd
One from my heart.


Poem by: TEBOGO MAKITLA