An Ode To My Great Mother
I trace my existence back to
Iye mwen N’ogie (My great Mother).
You see when I was but a foetus
In a womb of the homo sapien whom I will
Later call my mother.
I lay brooding, developing and
Metamorphosing in structures just as the
Creator had designed it.
Though she knew me not
She loved me with every fibre of her beign,
She protected and nourished me,
I felt her love in many ways I can not now expound.
Her very heart beat made sweet rythmical
Music with mine,in syncronyms and
Symphonies that I would love to hear again.
And when I came into this world of
Tragedy,turmoil and poverty,
She raised me as a child with prodigy,
Even when my voice was naive to this
New world I was yet to know,
Her love for her child sprung out
The very first word from my soul,
MAMA, I had said sub consciously.
In return she cuddled me and called me
Her own TATA,everything I had
She got me, including my very first BATA,
L’are ovbimwen,ohanvben gbue ah?
( Come my dear child,are you hungry)
She would ask me.
Even when there was nothing left.
She had sold off all her belongings
Until I was all she had left,
She provided all my needs, so I won’t
Go into theft, even before papa left …
She is my love,my friend,my all,
My alarm clock, she slept late and woke up
Early to go ‘look for what I’d eat’.
Iye n’ ma gio ohanvben gb’ Omo.
(The mother who never let her child starve)
If they were times I made her cry,
Now I regret it.
But her love for her child is unending.
The type of love God shewed the Israeli people …
As time pass, we had a certain visitor,
One,who humans never welcome in their
Dwelling place.
He came and changed
Every thing like a deadly hurricane …
Iye had no strength left in her to fight him off…
So she gave up the struggle,it was her time.
As she closed her eyes in death.
I could hear her voice saying,
‘Ovbimwen e ghi vie m’ha miegbe’.
(My child do not cry,we shall meet again).
??
B Praize
X
Pa Shakespeare (GHOPS)
Happy Birthday Prayze ?? ??
Copyright ©
Speare Earth Poetry
|