Mother 3
Oh! Memories so nostalgia
No! I've not announced your death
It's your deeds
Not your elegy
It's your eulogy
I can't wait to stand by your casket
To say this to your carcase
When I can stand
And speak from my closet
Not till your eyes and ears
Are closed in death
Not till your nostrils are stopped
From this good omen
And your tongue is stocked
From having a taste of this offering
Not till you're planted
Like a seed that will never grow
Again for me to eat of its fruit
And drink of its wine
Not till I go about with bald head
When I can speak now
And be heard without white beards
Not till you grow wings and fly away
Beyond the shores of the clouds
Mum. I'll never cease to sing this song;
It's your heart there I know is safe
Saver than the cave
Sweet mother my sweet heart
The heart of my heart
You hatched the egg of my life
The greatest gift I can ever give to you
That is to give my heart to Christ.
Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo Aderounmu.2012
Copyright © Fisayo Aderounmu | Year Posted 2012
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