The Unseen Constellation Poem by CHIOMA ONYEKABA

(A poem dedicated to all mothers)

No sonnet penned, no grand decree,
Can capture all a mother can be.
A hand that rocks, a heart that holds,
A love that unfolds, a story untold.

From sunrise hush to moonlit sigh,
A watchful gaze, a knowing eye.
A whispered song, a sheltering wing,
The comfort a mother's presence can bring.

She is laughter's echo, a tear's gentle kiss,
A bandaged knee, a lesson in this.
A fortress strong, a boundless grace,
The guiding light in life's winding race.

Her endless patience, a whispered prayer,
The strength to rise, the burdens to share.
A dream instilled, a fire's bright spark,
The guiding hand that leaves its mark.

Through sleepless nights and triumphs won,
A mother's love, a rising sun.
Her pains and joy, a bond so deep,
The lullaby of stars, a love to keep.

Chioma Rosemary Onyekaba Madumere