when the dusk is dark
when Mama had worked hard in to the dusk
setting in for new sun
hanging up wrapper and tie
she dashes into a lullaby
as the little infant fall in a free cry
with her back facing the bed
and infant upon her chest
to embark upon a sleepless night.
Beautiful depiction of the unfailing love and dedication of motherhood, well articulated and nicely encapsulated in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Adewale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks chinedu