Joy Of Motherhood Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

She's now get in it,
Full of jiggles and cuddles
Like wheels on the school bus.
Her laughters are crazy things
Her characters are strangely weird
Like sniffing those wet butts and diapers.


I watch her dance to the soup,
Turning everything she does to song
And I watch her there in her madnesses.


Talking all alone to herself,
Kicking what she should pick up;
Cause her hands are full of her baby.


I know I am not taught so,
To understand what these means,
For I think that's the joy of motherhood.


But I have seen a mother hen,
Shivering under a thunderous rain,
Covering the chicks with her soaked wings.


I have seen an old blind woman,
Chasing down her son with cane too
Stumbling and falling along the street.


Seen a child cried and the father blamed,
All these have I always fail to put together,
I think that should be the pain of motherhood.