Celebrating African Motherhood - Amref

Strong woman, with weathered skin
Skin crackled from life’s hard demands,
She’s grown tough skin through the years
She’s left no time or room for fears
With all the hardships she’s been through,
She should be looking sad and blue.
Yet she smiles on and holds her head high,
With fi ery ambition fl ickering in her eyes.
Warrior woman, with mysterious ways,
Her magic and strength help me get through hard days.
And in times when I’m drowning in my own tears,
A touch from her hand makes it all disappear.
My mother is a fi ghter, who never gives in,
Both for me and herself she’s determined to win.
She’s my hero, my shelter, my best friend forever.
There’s no mountain too high as long as we’re together.
To a child, her mother is the most beautiful woman in the world.
Kirsten R Vinyeta
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