Motherless Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Some have mothers
Some do not know their worths
Mothers are worthy and precious
Than the most priceless gem
Mothers are our beaded crown
That are not transferable
Nor could be auctioned at market square
Mothers are not shares in the stock markets

Do you still have a mother?
Then cherish and cuddle her
A day is coming
When her up-rise you see no more
Her sonorous vocal cord ceases
Only to re-echo in your subconcious mind
No dirge or tears could wake her
Hordes of sympathisers' hues
Will be immaterial at such a time

When your mother transited
You are suddenly weaned
The breast milk dries suddenly
No more tete-a-tete
No one to share deeper feelings
No woman calls you my child
You are left spineless
Without the usual pillar
You are used to rest upon
Now life realities become transparent
That one day, we must all transited
So, if you still have a mother
Hold on to this invaluable asset