Child of the rails with bed upon the platform
You learnt to sleep through the rocking vibration of trains
passing in the night.
Raised by a widowed mother forced to work
like a man, and like a man learnt fortitude and courage
to raise her three.
You met a man failing in weakness, seeing in him faith even he knew not of
Married with joy, easily faithful, giving him eight children, never voicing your
fears for them all
You learnt well, slaving over a hot stove to see your family eat amply
A big ask with ten mouths to feed. You became Queen of the aroma of
vanilla blancmange.
Never time to do things for yourself, barely time to do things for others
You always made time to pray, establishing a culture that has passed down
To great grand-children.
Your steadfast faith and enduring kindness is known by all
And your days ending on this earth will usher in an eternity
Of holy glory.
MDC
May 2021- June 2022
