Mother Dear
Dear mother you carried me
When no one else could.
Asymmetry though you be;
Proudly you carried.
The smell of food was foreign,
Your food I ejected.
Nothing was comfortable
But, put up you did.
Nine months discomfort and pain,
Still cared for my dad.
Through such pain no man has known
With joy you birthed me.
Counted ten toes and fingers
Perfection assured.
With love and tender caring
You kissed and caressed.
Sleepless nights just not ending,
Worried prayers ascend.
I trip and fall skinning knees
Your heart’s in your mouth.
Painful are partings, goodbyes
Love can’t eat or sleep.
Such joy visits, phone calls bring
Love starved soul revives.
Mother love is God’s love seen.
True it’s true how true!
It’s hard to say, “goodbye mom”
Don’t ever want to.
I love you Amma. No one else is Amma!
Yeanoku 5/10/2021.
Am deeply grateful for mothers. Motherhood is truly among the loftiest of roles to which one can aspire.
ReplyDelete- Peter Nigel B.