Loving Mother Lizzy Poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

She was my first home
From whence I did come.
Those were my sweetest triple trimester
Warmth of love wrapped, none ever sweeter.

Moaned, cried and shouted.
Encouraged she should nudge me out, she pushed…
So painful letting go, she was tired,
I felt it as I gave a shrill cry
Harsh and chilly the environment, I try…
To survive, to live and not to die.

Thinking love’s over, there was renaissance
My thirst quenched by water and her nipple source
From bosom to shoulder to back, we dance,
Freud would say, complex of Oedipus.
Her offering, no she can attain.
Her suffering, no body can strain.
Damped her wrapper and her lace in stain.
Her belief not in vain: Pain for gain.

Infantry through adolescence to adulthood
You gave millions more than others, none understood,
When confronted, you bragged that I could
Make you happy to forget all nights you stood
And make permanence for a good mood.
Dad calls you Lizzy, his daisy.
Mum, you are my chum, your love juicy.
I promise never in evil be busy.
All hail my man’s mind inconceivable Mamie.
Mum, you are the only pretty, ritzy Lizzy.