My Mother Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

I do remember the first time I saw the light.
It was not liberating.
Nor did it piece through my eyes with pleasure.
Back then I knew not nothing.
Nor was I someone but something.
Like a goat in pain I suppose I yelped.
When I glance up the sky,
I saw it with no more beauty than the world sees me.
There were never puffy white animals that galloped the mighty background of it.
Nor was its plain as blue as the ocean in summer.
The first comforting touch,
Was ones that swallowed me whole from ones which barely scratched my back.
When the flakes of winter snow lifted off my eyes.
Before me stood a creature of beauty,
One whose voice overtook all others that dared to enter my wary but still delicate ears.
I heard it sing,
One who knew not heaven would have thought it wise to call such voice heaven.
The first smell i smelled of it was the essence of all that rightfully claim to be gods smelled like.
No perfume,
Nor flower could wash it of with its own.
Through its warm soft skin came out the white river of life.
It excited me,
Its warmness building a rope of love that tangled me together with the creature.
Walls came about us.
Heavy and hard they sheltered what I may proudly call unconditionable love.

Dear god,
You know not such tickle of joy,
For heaven high above bears not what heaven of earth does.
And yet this creature shone with such holiness that it outshone he they praise as king.
I saw how she was what a god must praise after.

It may come times I would glance not to such beauty,
Also would the time come that I would heed no more such music,
Nor smell such fragrance.
But for all that it is worth,
I know that such creature will forever dwell as part of me.
And better yet As my only and sole Goddess...
And that is the mother who gave birth to me.

OM.Hajane