In the peak of her lecture my mother's voice rose an octave
I waited on her to be carried away in the height of the moment
Her posture changed dramatically as she paced back and forth
She pronounced every word, stressing on the ones most important
She was a Commander in Chief, directing her one man brigade
I was her only recruit, trembling with the strength of her words
I would go to the ends of the world,for her, when she got through
My father looked on, nodding, discreetly placing a hand over his mouth
Aspirations was the topic of the day's sermon
I did not know what the word meant at my age
But it most have been more treasured than gold
The way my mother pounded its value into my head
My mother had a routine of preaching on various topics
She must have prepared well, "Come!" she would say
In a special voice and I knew it was time for a lecture
Lectures like these accompanied my growth into womanhood
"You must put on the amour of truth before you launch
Into the race of life! Put your hand to the plough!
Guide your ventures into deep waters and
Eventually you'll reach the peak of your aspirations!
In youth we must plant good seeds, if we wish to reap
A harvest of achievements in maturity!"
Such were the lines of her lecture
Aww! what lectures!
No-one wrote a word for her, it was all in her head
She was only five feet at the most
But to me she was my mighty warrior!
In the privacy of my bedroom, I practiced before a mirror
For such a time that I would do the same with my children
I would be the Commander in Chief
It would be my turn to impart such values
