Mama Poem by Courtney Gomo

Through nappies and tearful nights,
a bright little baby I was.
Learning to crawl and then to wail,
the growth evident in my scars.

Development was an art,
and I learnt to draw perfection.
With my toothless smiles,
I drew a world of pure affection.

Growing teeth and learning to walk,
a mother's greatest joys.
Rearranging this and that,
making everything my toys.

But with age came understanding,
and a world of complexities I must admit.
She told me to stay when I wanted to go,
and my stubborn mind could not submit.

My experiences have taught,
and I have learnt a great number.
Even when she brings me pain,
I still cry out 'mama'.