MY MERITORIOUS MOTHER BY @emyekanem, 13/10/2021.

Hello wonderful kids and steemians of this great community, I'm @emyekanem and I'll love to share this amazing piece with us and for our mom. I hope you enjoy it.

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M - the million things she did for me
O - only that she is growing old
T - the tears she sheds to save me
H - her heart of gold
E - her eyes shining with love
R - she is always right

In my heart lies a box of treasures and in these box of treasures lie memories of someone so dear to me - My Mother. She wakes up in the morning with a smile and she holds my head up high. "Don't you ever let anyone pull you down because you are my little angel." And then she makes something warm for me to drink "because it's cold out there," she comforts. She walks me down to school, I think my mum is amazing. After school, she's waiting by the gate. I'm so happy that I just can't wait to get home to tell her how my day went. I eat the yummy meal my mum prepares and I make her chase me around the house cos I don't wanna bathe. And even the chase is done in love. She always allows me have my say, even though, at the end she always get her way.

I still think my mom is amazing even when I turned 16. She sends me to boarding school because she believes the experience is good for me. But I turn and see tears in her eyes because she also feels she can't afford to leave me on my own. I stayed in school with the hope that I will find someone like my mom. I ended up having many mom's but none of them can take the place of my mother. Even though school meals are fantastic, mummy's meals are still the best. Everytime I closed my eyes, I recalled the sweet moments shared with my mom. I smile in my sleep and conclude that my mom is indeed meritorious. But when I wake up and expect her tender kiss on my cheek, I'm jolted back to reality with the bell of command. I realized painfully that I almost took my mom's love for granted.

On visiting days she arrives earlier than every parents and leaves last because she missed me so much. She stands in the smiting sun🌞 just to behold my face. She wets her handkerchief with sweat in her attempt to feed me. I'm just when I want to tell her that I miss her also, the commanding bell sounds and tears me apart from her warm embrace. I obeyed the bell in tears, my heart warm in affection for my mom. As I walked back to the hostel, I said to myself that my mother is a real mother and a meritorious one indeed.

Now I'm 22 which means I'm growing older, my mom still carries me like an egg and sees me like "her little baby" who is yet to know and see the dangers ahead to be faced in the world. But she has no other choice than to let me start fending for myself as I too will become a mother soon.

This lovely piece goes to all the beautifully and wounderfully made mothers out there, and the architect of our world. You all deserve a RUBY❣️❣️