Iya Mi

The life of the poor There were days I went hungry, And nights I went to bed high on imaginations of food This was my life This was my burden My Mother worked _______ jobs, fill in the gap Just so we could eat We had to depend entirely, On the struggle of an heart-broken woman A woman too busy to give up, We saw her walk on thorns, we saw her bleed She fought against the tides; her struggle was ours’ too But yet a smile was all she wore, hope was all she breathed Her shoulders were always high, her steps always firm. She fought the goliath’s of this world and brought back scraps Scraps that gave us strength and the hope that we could aim higher Much higher than the threshold our environment afforded us. Oh, what wonders the will of a woman can accomplish, Oh what visions her bravery can actualize In the midst of all this disappointment, We always wondered where our father went, One day I summoned up the courage to ask her I said: “momma, do we have a father?” She replied: “Yes son, you have the greatest father, He is God almighty, he made the universe, If you are ever lost and unsure, Just close your eyes get on your knees to pray He will surely answer you” “Mommy why are we like this?” I asked, I will never forget what she said next “Life is in seasons” she answered She found happiness in the solace of hard work She found a rose where others saw thorns She saw light in pitch black darkness All the options said: “Give up” but she still chose hope IYA MI. Achi_va