Blessed Mother. Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

Blessed is the substance that substantiated me
Blessed is the passage through which my entrance made
Blessed is the milk that freely fed my infant mouth
Blessed is the mouth that sweetly sung the lullaby
Blessed is the back, every bending to take me up
Three seasons holding me firmer than ever
Blessed is the hand that gently lulled me to sleep
It's miles in dreamland yet the lullaby lingered on
She was the map, the compass that showed the way
Blessed is she who saw beyond, and to me revealed.
Blessed is the love that kept my days aglow
Blessed is the praying heart, knees ever bending, supplicating for my fairer days
Blessed is the mouth that declared me blessed
Blessed is Mama Africa
Richest of all mothers she.

Even in this eternal sleep she is blessed of all;
Blessed is my mother.