Mama
MAMA
A Gold-Mud day it was
I could not wait to sprint-out
You were wailing and laughing with Pride
As if it was your right and privilege
Mama,
I do not remember that day vividly;
But I reckon you as evergreen as you’ve always been
Then I was a little child with the lil problems
Clumsy at playing with the toys
Biting after anyone opposite my will (My Best suit)
Mama,
I remember vaguely;
And you were as radiant and loving as you could be
Punishing me lovingly and bringing me to a disciplined upbringing
I wished; and you made them come true
Not only by the bedtime story books, which I was fluent in,
But also the assurance of all the crazy-bogs and fairytales
Coming alive
Mama,
I remember;
You were as positive as you could be (A Good Thing)
Life happened and Life happens
You try as much as you can to protect us
Shielding and at most times taking the
Blows of life, fully,
Even bearing our share of it
Mama,
Ever greenly, a super-Awesome Cop-Mum
Your Halo of Grace and God’s (Oyee Adie yeeeii) anointing
Continues to set you above and even illuminates us, as, your children
Mama, Momzy, Mma, Mum, MOTHER,
For all the GOOD things done unending in my and sibling(s)’ life
We offer you the accolades of positive pride and diligence
For the things hurtful;
A conscious effort is and will be made to reconcile and heal bitter-pasts
Mama,
I and we, love you-ALWAYS
And pray that you know that, UNENDEDLY,
And live your life lovingly and fully with us your children in the light
Of Love and Goodness
Mama, Mama, Mama- Super-Awesome MamaBY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
Copyright © Isaiah Akantere Asangalisah | Year Posted 2021
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