Evans Asikoyo, the poet with his mother
In the quiet dawn, she rises still,
A heart of iron, unshielded will.
With dreams in her eyes and love in her hands,
She builds a world on shifting sands.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She walks alone on paths she paves.
No shoulders to lean on, no easy way,
Yet she smiles through the hardest day.
Her arms, a cradle, her voice, a song,
She shows her child where they belong.
With every tear and every cheer,
She wipes away doubt, erasing fear.
She carries the weight of more than her own,
A queen without a crown or throne.
But in her strength, her courage shines,
A single mother, love divine.
(Evans Asikoyo, the poet)
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