When Mother Comes Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When Mother Comes



When mother comes,
Tell her the song in my throat is dying,
Tell her we will no long arise to sing that
'We are the leaders of tomorrow' rather
We are breaking out from the tradition from
She has cupoard for us years back in tears.



When mother comes,
Do not shout to her of my abandoned wife;
Tell her she ran away by herself when her
Legs commanded her to betray me at noon.
When she come,
Remember to uproot those voices from your heart,
Give her the flower I left on the table to kiss.


Tell her the He - goat has turned to She -goat,
Maybe she would know that tradition is the reason
While we are here like the fools of Zion;
Maybe she would know that giving birth is not the only Way a mother can mother a child and nurse him.
Smile to her with a tickled smile that envelop
The substance of envy within the hearts of men.



The school children are back with their back on the wall,
The farmers are lost in the farmland of stupidity,
Mothers are no longer the mothers we used to know,
Fathers are now the stonewinners of their family;
Bringing stone instead of bread that cleanse our tears.
Do you know what it takes to break away from childhood?
Do you know how it felt to leave a home that has been your cloth?
Do worry I will leave my shoe for you to wear.


I may not be good enough to mother,
I may have washed her dirty linen in public,
I may have been the black sheep with a long tail;
I may have been the last weak among the strong,
But fate has its way of treating individuls;
May her wish of her only son be her tomorrow.


Thunder my bell of words to her ears
But do not get her deaf in the cause of the experiment
A little while you see me and, a little while you won't
See me again but remember, am trying to amend my shoes to become my size before the young eyes.
Blood, spirit, feelings, emotions, love and many
Other things make up the life of those young eyes.


When mother comes,
Tell her not to worry about me in the dark,
I am now a man with a big heart and a lost future
But I'm heading towards the north to look for my
Future.

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