Nothing like the love of a mother!
For nine months they carry an extra load,
To work, to the toilet, to bed,
With all the sickness it comes with,
Never complaining, only enduring,
Focused on the glee of that day,
When the life God incubates in them,
Transitions to earth,
Then with a very excruciating birth pang,
And all the strength and grace God can give,
They push in birth the life they nursed in them,
May even cry in the process,
Before the baby cries,
In that first drink of earthly air,
As evidence of new life,
Yet after birth motherhood has still only begun,
It is more the raising and upbringing than the birth,
More tiring days and sleepless nights set in,
Painful adjustments to accomodate this new call,
A woman's noblest call,
A call to rock the cradle,
And as she rocks the cradle she rocks the world,
The mothers shape the future of the world,
With every life in them they love,
They nourish and care, fiercely protect,
They nurse and hang in there,
Through the bitterest storms,
They stay in there to savor,
And share our best accomplishments,
Yes, there is nothing, nothing in the whole wide world,
Like the love of a good mother,
She may not have a biological child of her own,
Yet a mother to one and all,
That is why even in the evening of my life,
At a ripe old age,
I will still be mama's baby,
I celebrate you mom,
And if you know a mama like mine,
Pomp a fist of celebration in the air,
Find the time, make the time,
Tell and show mom you appreciate her love,
You rock mom, you rock,
You are better and stronger than a rock,
Yet soft like a drifting fog,
There is nothing like a good mother's love.
© 2010 Afeseh ngwa hilary.
