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.