“Mama”

You held me in your arms

And I was a painter

You carried me in your bosom

And made me a star

Your tender words to your child

Shaped my poet’s mind

At birth, you stole my heart

Oh, how I need now your sweet breast

For they nourish my soul

With milk for my life’s nurture

What you placed in me, mama

With your corrective touch

Shall never die through my days

That is why I carry you wherever I go

I could never let you down

I seek to build a fortune

Of love everlasting between you and me

Your love is a carriage to my soul

Through my days

You dwell secure in my heart

Take these hands of mine

And shed no tears,

For a blessed woman indeed you are.

©Uche (2008)