PULCHRITUDINOUS MOTHER.

Dear Mom,

I wish I were a poet, but I am a Tired Poet.

I wish I were the one with all beautiful words,

I wish I were a human dictionary,

I wish I were me,

The me who learnt a lot from,

The me who never regretted being your son,student and loyal servant.

I wish I were perfect,

I would write a Lullaby for a mother like you,

To keep your face younger,

Keep your heart active,

Keep your smile glowing.

To keep you age graciously.

Allow me say-

Happy birthday My mentor,

Tr.Victoria Bagaya.

THE TIRED POET.

George William Ochago.