MY MOTHER
By : Lisa Azelan
My mother
is a lioness,
She is a fierce hunter,
A gentle nurturer,
A majestic creature.
I stood
back in awe and admire,
All the bruises on her paws,
The tired look upon her face,
The scorching hot hunting days,
Out there in the wild cruel savannah.
Night has
come and the hyenas have followed,
And I quivered with a swelling fear in my cave.
But my
lionheart mother,
Whispered gently in my ear,
Lisa,...
