Under The Shade Of Your Shadow Poem by Jude Ogunade

As I suckled under the shade of your shadow,
The smiles on your face lit my mind aglow.
So sweet are the memories:
Sweet was the taste of your teats,
Your sweet milk was my first food,
The milk which grew me to great good.
And now like a lanky lion,
I roar everyday towards great achievements.
Yours is the story of life,
A true life whose sweet story
Began when you were wedded as a wife.
A story filled with thriving glory
Of pains and its attendants joyful gains.
Yours is the story of strife.
The strife that is an unending striving
Which began when you bring forth life.
Your sweet deeds are my incessant craving
For the glory of your deserved greatness.
Yours is the story of daily duty
Those daily duties performed incessantly.
You sleep not, always providing milk
You tire less, always keeping home clean,
For on your trust everyone is sure to lean.
You are the market from where life is bought.
You are man's compelling weakness.
You are the strength of man's boyhood.
You are everyman's compelling strengths.
And you are the secret bearer of all adolescence.
You are everyman's compelling wisdom.
You are the careful companion of man's adulthood.
You are the tree, the Iroko, mother of all trees
Thanks for making me suckle under the shade of your shadow.
Thanks for not making me grow anyhow
Mammy, sweet mother, I sing your praise.