About this artwork

My Mother
“She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls.”
Proverbs 31 verse 15

A Mother is a part of the roots that bring children into existence. A mother gives nourishment and stability, to the development and transformation of a baby from conception to the day of birth and beyond.
In my unique style, I painted the mother as a rainbow rose with the stems of thorns. The rainbow Rose represents mothers of all race. The Flower for the joy of motherhood and thorns for the painful labour at birth. The poem below is written from the viewpoint of the suckling baby in the painting, now adult as words of adulation and appreciation of the mother.

My Mother the colourful Rose
In our household
Emitting the aroma
of love and care.
The sweat of her brow,
the nutrient of our youth.
Her nectar nourished
and nurtured our growth.

My Mother the busy Bee
Of our household.
Travelled far and near
Collecting nectar
for the care of the family
Proverb 31 woman
She surpassed.

My Mother the aged Rose
Of the family
Baby, now she became
In need of love and care.
We, her petals, may we be
her garments of warmth and care
In this her sunset years.

My Mother the ageing Rose
Looking homewards bound.
Awaiting the call to glory.
When her sun finally sets
the call to glory she capitulated
We, her petals, Almighty God I plead
Us enabled to bid her adieu
With pomp and pageantry
A befitting honour that due to her.