Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

Rookie - 51 Points (13/03/1989 / Igun, in Ethiope East L.G.A. of Delta State, Nigeria)

Blessed Mother. - Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

Blessed is that substance
Through which I became substance
Blessed is that passage
Through which to earth, I came.

Blessed is that milk
That freely streamed to my infant-mouth
Blessed is that mouth
That solemnly sang me the lullaby.

Blessed is that back
Ever bending to take me up
For three good seasons
Holding me firmer than before.

Blessed is that hand
That gently parted me to sleep
It’s miles in dreamland
Yet the lullaby lingers on.

Blessed is that map
That compass that showed the way
Blessed is she that
Sees beyond and to me, revealed.

Blessed is that love
That kept my days aglow
That praying heart
Kneels bending, supplicating for fairer days.

Blessed is that mouth
That declared me blessed
Blessed is Mama Africa
Poor, richest of all mothers she is
Blessed is my mother.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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