She birthed in me these seeds:
Resourcefulness, decorum and faithfulness
When my bones recline
Trailing the weaknesses of my flesh
Her knees become a tripod.
With tears she’d watered my hardened soil
Made them soft, a nursery bed
Where she would plant those seeds
That would sprout into an oak
That, for ages, would tarry
Pride she vehemently scorned
When ineptitude sought companionship
Respect to all and reverence to God
She insisted is the foundation
Upon which aspirations can be built!
Momma, you’re a wow!
No pun intended
I’ve made a vow,
Never will I pretend
To let all know that
You are my mentor,
A god and intercessor
Between me and God!
While discipline remains your forte,
For all that you’ve been,
You remain the most cherished being
My heart contains!
Written by: Jon Manuels Enekele
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson