‘MY MOTHER!‘- POET FRANCIS GUONAA EULOGISES MOTHERS

MY MOTHER

Sweet mum,
You are sweet than honey
You're really sweeter than love.
My first shelter in unborn life
And my first boat in the unseen world.
For my sake mummy
You knew no shame
By exposing the hidden things
You did privately.
The ineffable things.
You showed your barn to the world
By carrying me for nine months
Without complaining with your mouth.
During labour mummy,
You groaned in pain
Ground your teeth
Weeping and wailing silently
All because of me.
Mama, a slim smile was seen
When you heard my head was out.
A loud laughter and joy swallowed you
From imagination
Though in the pool of blood
When you finally touched me
As your lovely bouncy baby.
The beginning your joy.
What a painful joy !
Your pride and treasury, breast,
The source of secret admirers
Is publicly shown and exposed
Anytime I'm to be fed.
Down memory lane mama,
The sleepless nights you had
Any time baby was sour or sick.
My first thermometer and doctor
My first psychologist and counsellor
My mentor in life.
Mothers are not for joke.
Good mothers are very rare to come by.
If they can't be praised
But never shall they be blamed
Because they enjoy poverty in happiness
Than mammon.
Oh mum !
You're my diamond
You're my treasure
Sweet sweet mother
You're really my joy and happiness.
You're my everything.
So,may you live long enough
To enjoy my blessings.
Even in your grave mum,
You will forever be remembered.