My mother, my mother, my good mother.
Vividly, I recur all you said,
That for my sake with my daddy you stayed,
Even when challenges warrant your sail.
Your child you declined to leave orphan.
Your back I stayed on the farm,
And your back I watched you did the chores.
From harmattan's wrath you covered me.
Your breast I had enough,
Yet, you never said enough.
My pains were all your pains,
And your wishes for me were showers of rain.
Shame you never had to move with me,
Even when others sniffed at me.
My nose with your mouth you blew,
A show of how many you cared.
Even the canes I got were signs of love,
To correct me from what will hurt.
Me you saw as all you had,
And your breathe would cease for me.
My mother, my mother, my good mother,
Where is my mother in the mother today!
A compassionate tribute to a great mum written from the heart. Lovely and very passionate poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Our mothers are priceless. Thank you reading my work and commenting too dear Chinedu