Maama
The Queen
of my heart
Tall like the Mvule
tree
Standing against
The wind, the storms
and the heat of the world
Like the sea shore rock
Resisting the bash of
the stormy seas
That is my Maama
Jemimah is her name
The Queen of my heart
The first daughter of
Job
Renown for her
unequalled beauty
Black, tall and elegant
Eyes bright and
determined
Achieving the
unachievable
Climbing the Rwenzori
and diving into the Kyoga
Maama
The Queen of my heart
Walks confident and
graceful
Stands arms akimbo
Like an Amazon
She challenges
Sickness, poverty,
corruption and laziness
The ideal wife
Maama
The Queen of my
heart
A Jack of all trades is
she
With green fingers from
cabbage and carrot
Designing my shirt and
short
The best chef the world
has seen
With a tenor rivalling
Pavarotti
A nurse, a Counsellor,
a Teacher, a Researcher
That is my Maama
Maama
The Queen of my
heart
Thou art bless’d
amongst women
With a character
unmatched
A smile unrivalled
Spotting rich grey hair
of love and wisdom
I love you my Maama
I pride in thee
The Queen of my heart
February
6, 1998
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