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Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

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Poem "Mothers, Women, Wives":
- written July 1991
- published April 3, 2009
- viewed 56 times

Other poems by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe:

»A Prayer for Transformation«

»A Question of Beauty«

»A Sketch of Democracy«

»Amidst the Boring Brown«

»At The Golf Course ' 97«

»Crime and grime«

»Doomed Destiny«

»Dreaming In Limbo«

»Easy Crossing the Balustrade«

»Emerging Images«

»End of Time«

»Fading Hope«

»Friendship«

»From The Inside Looking In«

»Hopelessness«

»If you turn the pages...«

»In The Name Of Freedom«

»Legend Brother«

»Let it not be said then (an English sonnet)«

»Life's Order«

»Listen«

»Loneliness«

»Love, My Friends (an English sonnet)«

»More Blessings«

»Mother Africa«

»No more«

»Of misery and Anguish«

»Old Man«

»On Saying Goodbye«

»Once Upon A time«

»Our Golden Girl«

»Political Condoms«

»Relationships«

»Sing Our Song«

»Street Child«

»Sweet Bondage«

»Take The Bull By The Horns«

»The 'Human Garbage'«

»The 'X' of Exile«

»The Brown Messiah«

»The Cold Day Unveils«

»The Knocking Woodpecker«

»The meaning of loneliness«

»The Poets Have Spoken«

»The Prison I'm Not In«

»The Way«

»Things I Miss In Exile«

»This Life - An Oxymoron«

»True Love«

»When in your eyes It looks«

»When the end beckons«

»Zany«

»Mothers, Women, Wives«

by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

Mothers are great fun
and I am their fan.
These women are everything
for me, everyone even a king.
Through their tender hands
and their varied temperaments
here we are by their sides
now that we have made them brides.

As tender babies they wipe
our soft bottoms to dry up:
when toddlers and tots and careless
our noses they clean less
of drooling mucus.

As husbands, our arched backs
they scratch and caress
and between their thighs
we quench our desires.
Mothers are great fun
and I will be their fan.

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