Ikechukwu Ogbuike

Mother - Poem by Ikechukwu Ogbuike

I could have come from many
Different sources
But you were the only true
The thought of me
Was formed in your being
Even before my time
Even before that passion
That was made manifest
In my creation
Too uniquely
Too absolutely
Amidst the alignment of the
It was not chance then that
Brought me to your womb
virus like and exploding
like a bomb
taking the form of
a heart
taking the form of
taking the form of
the rest of me
What do I owe you?
A bag of gold
Or the memory
Of continuously telling
Your story
Your fear
And your shame
Your fortitude
Your gratitude
That after nine months I am come
What do I owe you?
My life
My sight
I owe you an apology
That I could not offer enough
For you and at you
My anger
For your lack of attention
For my inability to face my
For dropping my shit at your
Would you ever forgive me?
For those stolen nights of rest
For the wound on your integrity
Did you steal?
So that I could have a shade to
Did you compromise yourself?
So that I could have a chance
I know I have been a bad child
Thrown away chances many
Never had
Still you held your ground
Moulding me,
Building me until
I am what I am
A grown up
A man
A woman
Mindful of my limitations
Now that I have sight
To tell of my originations
My peregrinations
I owe you my life
I owe you my sight
Those hesitant steps
That grew firm with time
I owe you my silence
And my munificence
I owe you my attitude
And my latitude
Your failure
Was my launching pad
Your pains
My gains
What then … don’t I owe you?
Stand up to be recognized
Where ever you are
Stand up to be eulogized
This child
Is now a man
a woman
All the hate in me has been
Drained away
And my misgivings
Is now a fountain for the living
I am now at peace with my
My future
I am also happy to tell
Your story
And my realization
That I could not have come
From any other
And this is why I am proud to
Call you…. Mother
You are a builder.

Comments about Mother by Ikechukwu Ogbuike

  • Rookie Don Ketchy (8/24/2013 4:53:00 PM)

    @ Elena Sandu... thank you... thank you and stay blessed...I (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Don Ketchy (8/24/2013 4:52:00 PM)

    @Shahzia Batool....Indeed. Lets us continue to celebrate them... in life and in death until we are no more... it is only then we would have settled the score...bless...I (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Don Ketchy (8/24/2013 4:51:00 PM)

    @Passionate Reader... I thank you very much for taking time out to read this. I lost my mother in a motor accident... even though I have lived a life time with her, it is still difficult having to acknowledge she is not there any more because I wasted a good part of quality time I was supposed to spend with her bumming around...as trite as it may sound... I wish folks whose mothers are still alive will take time out to appreciate them. Mothers are indeed jewels that we never get to realize until we loose them...blessed be...I (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Passionate Reader (5/3/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    it's a lovely poem. mothers are indeed a great blessing of God, a symbol of love and affection! ! ! loved reading it! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,483 Points Shahzia Batool (5/3/2013 11:24:00 AM)

    So unique this your poem is: I have lost her, whenever i see a poem on Mother, i click it quickly as if my mother will be seen there...sitting, smiling, welcoming me... i dedicate the following quote to this write:

    mother is a poem
    I'll never be able to write,
    though everything I write
    is a poem to my mother.

    ~Sharon Doubiago
    : ( (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,669 Points Elena Sandu (5/2/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    Thank you! An amazing poem, timeless! Please let me have on my faves so I can read it again. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 3, 2013

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