By Shem Onderi All day, you cleaned them—Wiped their noses, sang their songs.They sang with joy,While mother was away—In the fields, in the office,Chasing a living. But the curriculum chose you—The other mother.At school, they played.You composed their songs,They sang along in scattered tunes.Some danced, some slept midway,But all were present—alert, alive. They came home […]