Mum, with a trampled trophy.
She knows it’s her one and only.
Her man hates scenes and drama.
His love, not mmfor it or her.

Mum, is half man, half amazing.
Pregnant with a being and its glory.
Its burdens in her belly.
Voices in her head, will she do the silly?
Some do, some do not.
Some too, some tough.

Mum is beautiful appearing ugly.
Her good, her bad and her society.
She knows the same war if going on….
Loud mouths and the mockers fun.

Mum look strange and enraged.
Pressed with pounds of pain, groans, she’s sorry.
Blessed with strength of ten athletes.
Both most work handless together.
The unseen hand of God and expectations of men.
Her heaviest groan brings her reward.
A new born her joy and triumph.