heavy with increasing weight gained
so mama groaned in pain
but smiled at you
awaiting the 9th month to do
in the day tagged for labour
mama looked unto God for favour
hoping it comes to pass in time and faith
on the 11th of Feb.,1988
after the screaming and the pushing
came the baby girl on the cushion
fine and attractive like gold
by mama’s side, sleeping so cold
as months and years grew beards
and as popular like agege bread
so she grew beauty and fame
but not one easy to tame
even space and time bringing situations
still, so keen on her decisions
I see her heading for a bright future
to take her place in a greener pasture
so enraptured to have you born in this time
‘cos, it has made all bright and fine
as you celebrate your 21st birthday
may you have new reason to smile all day
Dedicated to: Ruth Oche
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem