Abby Kesington

Mother's Keeper

Freelance poet.

I am my mother's Keeper 
At her heart, I stand a gatekeeper
To waive off the grim reaper

 intent to make her an untimely weeper

I am my mother's daughter 
Courageous and a fighter 
One of the arrows in her quiver
Quick and sharp her enemies shiver 

Ever ready for the slaughter 
Not afraid to trudge mucky water
Just to silence her mockers
and clear her path from blockers

I am my mother's laughter
Bringing good tidings to her matter
Like olives round her platter
Her mind at rest that I got her.