A word like no other.
The world next to a mother.
No matter how far away I go,
She always has me tethered
To my roots, my culture. I never forget
That horrendous day we met .
A wee babby in his uniform, parrying
Away at first sight.
You carved every inch of a masterpiece
Which grew ever thankful to you.
Though never chanted,
Your sobriquet remains holy in mine heart.
Shall God bless you
And life bequeath its bliss
For you, are a soul…
Crafted to craft.