Mothers know
best, the old adage is correct
Old and wise, gentle
and kind, other than that she’s perfect
Though the years
and time haven’t been as kind to us
Her demeanor and
decisiveness, never she created a fuss
Everyone can
stand and shout, “She made me feel important...
Rain, sleet, or
searing heat; amid wealth and great want.”
Deign many times
cash and confidence fell short I sought her
In times of
troubles, always her homestead was I a bother!
Dennis, my name,
she utters with words of assurance and comfort
I bet my fingers,
toes and all can never match her worth
Be as it may her
modesty abounds larger than life
A humility
attested to by comrades, friends, and my wife
You can search
over and yonder for such caring friend
Or wait centuries
for such gift to fall from Heaven
Never can we
again have such luck, following the trend
Ever can we only
hope that one in a hundred seventy-seven
The chances a
generation can be blessed, smiled upon by Allah,
As we are –loved and
cared for by Mother Didi Bayoneta.
