8 May 2011

To the woman

To the woman,
who taught me in the way I should go
to the woman I pray
sorrow may she never know.
For her kind and loving soul
and hands that upheld my grey
as the world slowly turned away
to the woman I pray
that her peace never be stained.
for her many nights without sleep
and her numerous days without food
for all the miles she walked
that my entity I may keep
to the woman I pray
long life, happiness and strength
so in due season
from her labour, may she reap.
Have u ever been loved so deep
constantly,
every second of each 365,
have u ever been paid such attention
I mean: her ears heard each irregular breath.
even her back,
knew who it was when I walked.
Will you ever know such care?
constantly at my service all day,
from conception till her last breath
feeble hands or blurry eyes
her hands never tire
to cradle me on her chest
even when she knows, that, I detest.
And so to the woman I pray,
the comfort of heaven.
For not flushing me down the drain
for each and everyday that she stayed
for love and tolerance no other will ever have
for all her prayers everyday
even as we're miles away,
To the woman I say
you've done wonderful
keeping your home and
thank you for being so sure
even when I, saw no future.

                                          The Hawkeye
To every woman
and all mother's especially,
Happy mother's day.
Fimisola-Samuel

8-May-2011