It is not the flowers or the ring on her finger or that look she wears when she hears you shout at someone, but
It is the sweet smell of her perfume and the scent of her hair oil
It is the way she beautifully arranges the photos around the house
It is the way she serves us, her favorite snack-savory popcorn, now ours too
It is the way she glides around the house, never taking a minute to rest till she is sure we are all well
It is the softness in her voice as she encourages everyone to take an afternoon nap, so she can do the clean up after the sumptuous afternoon meal.
It is the warm smile on her face as she asks if we enjoyed our naps
It is the pat on the back and the warm embrace she gives, anytime
It is her indescribable hospitality, always
It is the wisdom she shares whenever opportunity strikes
It is the prayer and bible study at midnight
It is just sitting and catching up on the day’s activities
It is the hilarity about someone’s latest boyfriend or just the excitement as she shares stories from her teenage days.
I am not sure what she really does to make that house a home, but without doubt, she is the M, in our HOME! She is our ever-lovely, Mother.
Poem by Ruth Blessing Kobusinge