My Mummy's Palm

MY MUMMY’S PALM
She was an enigma in my innocent mind,
But now a princess in my adult sublime wind.
She made me stand up-front and never behind.
HE made her so hard and yet so very kind.

I pray the love she gave me was never lost.
I lay indoors so rich, turbo charged at no cost.
No amount can pay up her priceless feelings;
For even in death, her memory ignites my wings.

Her palm was my whip, my balm and my spring.
In the coldness of night she circled me in her ring;
Praying I should wake up, warm, and ready to sing.
My legs could barely touch the ground, but then I was her king.

My mummy’s palms had circles; deliberately not made.
When cuddling leaves to be dished, forth comes bleeding red;
With a smiling face and a grin, she used to suck the redline at bay.
Everyday in her time sacrifice was her sway.

I shed bountiful tears; neither of sadness nor regret;
But tears of gratitude to Almighty for a pillar so great.
This I feel evryday, though we are destined: poles apart.
But I know someday, we shall meet, and never to part.

In the kingdom of God memories do stand still.
But I will recall to our Lord how she molded my will into a steel.
And today even though heavenly apart, I stand on glory hill;
Basking in her prayers and due diligence to her age old will.

I smile everyday I replay her heavenly palm;
For when I stumble and fall and set redlines afloat,
She call no ambulance or any emergency boat,
But set out to work to heal my pain through her motherly balm.
Thank you oh mummy;
My life is sunny.