(I wonder why most of the songs and poems allude to mothers only)
There's an amazing woman behind this guy
She's been his girl for about 32 odd years
She is sweet and mild mannered many say
I said she is the disciplinarian within my first decade in life
Then we formed a wired sort of friendship in the next decade, where I gisted with so much and got into trouble just about as often as I opened my mouth ( you woulda thought I would learn to shut up)
After which we grew to respect each other a lot more.
I met this woman again a year ago and let me just say she left me wondering, who is this woman?
Growing up, I bet we knew the "song" 'who sat and watched my infant head when sitting on my cradle bed...'
Well if it is any comfort I can't quite picture her as that woman who shed tears that I might die
But just about a year ago, I met this fearless warrior, she just about doggedly beat death at it's game, she gave the doctors a run for their money and the nurses a picture of what a real nurse does (she's a retired nurse)
She stood guarding my bed for 18 nightmarish days calling out orders and shooting out instructions, declaring war and engaging heaven that nobody dared disobey her not even me in a near unresponsive state could escape her instructions of "Darlyn hold my hand", "squeeze my hand if you can hear me" ," Darlyn answer me it's your Mum" (like I dare forget LOL)
So in case you don't know who I've been talking about all this while now you know.
She is my Mum
My fearless warrior who stood and fought a faceless enemy relentlessly that I should not die.
Not once did I see her discouraged, not once did her smile waver, when I'm alert she's all alert and attentive. On few occasions I woke up during the night, there she is sitting in this small excuse for a single sitter chair trying her best to sleep, she did this for the entire duration of my sojourn in the hospital.
She would just to my side the minute she sees me trying to get up.
Getting back home she monitored my every step. She would come into the room to look in on me in the dead of the night, with my Dad tip toeing right behind her. Oh how I love these wonderful ones I call family.
Happy birthday Mum! The world got an angel the day you were born, your presence assures me that Dad and us your sons and daughters have a full time guarding angel.
A grateful daughter
Too loved to be stressed