Your Wisdom Guides Me Mum. Poem by Changez Ndzai

I used to say you didn't like me mum,
For the canes stripes punishment,
Because of my mischief behaviour in maximum,
You had to rule me that way in moment.

Your words and advice for me in sum,
I viewed them like time wastage in faint,
You didn't gave up nor didn't remain calm,
Since you knew, I was not a saint.

You were laying a foundation, not a vacuum,
Moulding me like a potter and clay or cement,
Paving way for my future in a golden room,
That's why you were so strictly not remained silent.

Today I understand why, as my life zoom,
Your wise words are light in my only tent,
Act as water to clean my path with life's broom,
Since wisdom can't be bought nor one does rent.

As I finish writing this last stanza on this podium,
Receive this warm wishes of appreciation count,
Due to your guidance, didn't end up in the slum,
May God help you my dear mum, I love you with no dent.