Freedom of Love


Freedom of Love by Dean Atta

My mother who swallowed her tongue
My mother who gave me life
My mother who spoils me
My mother who let me stay rent-free
My mother who texts me on her lunch break
To see if I’ll be home for dinner
My mother is a giver
My mother has given her life to my sister and I
My mother couldn’t be selfish even if she tried
My mother has been a mother from the age of 18
My mother is searching for her own identity
My mother remains optimistic in the face of redundancy
My mother cares not for money
If the mortgage is covered and our basic needs are met
My mother isn’t used to luxury
Maybe a manicure but not much more
My mother used to sing in our church choir
My mother loves to sing around the house
My mother sings the wrong lyrics
Even after you tell her the right ones
My mother makes big meal in a small kitchen
My mother does more than make do
She makes miracles look effortless
My mother is single and successful
My mother is not alone, but lonely sometimes
My mother is loved and respected and admired
My mother is tired
My mother is more than poetry
She is the breath before we speak
My mother is not impressed by words alone.

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