She's More Than Gold Poem by James T. Abel Adesitimi

'she's more than gold'

In her haven I reside for nine months;
she sleeps and wakes in pain
until my head comes out her womb;

she shivers in the rain
when she searches for my needs
o what a great mother!

she's my mother,
she's more than gold!

she humbles her breast for me to suck
though I bite her nipple with my teeth
but she nods to my innocent deed

when I begin to grow teeth;
sickness emaciates my bones,
and she annoints my head with tears

she's my mother!
she's more than gold!

she nurses me till I become her father
and she pilots me to the evening of my life
to where my eyes can see the world

She's my mother,
she's more than gold!

I pray for you my mother
your legs will never attend my funeral
neither your tears to wet my infant grave

and I'll live to nurse you to your old age
before you sleep the sleep of elders
Adesitimi