I remembered the sweet song we used to sing back in the day
It's hard to leave my head as it carved its place to stay
It's about appreciation for our mothers but in my heart I always pray
Mothers are gods which we need to pray that evil from them to be kept at bay
We sang - who sat and watched my infant head
And she did absolutely everything in this life to give me the lead
Even with the pain and discomfort she felt deep within
But she bore it all, oh she did with a mixture of the pain and joy
She never made me feel like a burden
Even when she halted her life just to attend to my needs and growth
Neither did she make my father feel like she was doing me a favour
She understood her purpose and she didn't shy away from it
She understood the life she was called into as every good mother should
Good mothers don't often blow their own horns
They simply do what they need to do not waiting for appraisal from others
That's why we sing their praises because they hardly do it
And their efforts are so visible for all to see even while we are kept in the womb
She nurtured me right from the womb
Bearing all those movements...tired...dealing with cravings and blowing up
She bore it all and I saw the joy in her eyes at a tender age
With her attention to details as she gently rubs my body and comb my hair
This is a love made from heaven - selfless and undeniable
Mothers are the priceless jewels we seek
I see mothers in you all, yes, I took a peek
Anyone can be a mother but it takes someone special to be called "mummy"
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.