My heart goes out to all the beautiful mothers in the world.
Its true that one can never completly phatom the love of a mother till you carry yours to term.
I am very blessed and greatful that at this age, I'm already an Aunt to two cute boys at the moment.
Though I didnt contribute to their birth, I have contributed one way or the other...through the deafening tears, running endless errands, yelling and at times spanking...there are those Kodak definning moments of bliss.
With the responsibility of being an Aunt...I find a minute itsy-bitsy fraction of what obviously my mother went through, a tad comprehensible.
It is in this state of mind I pen down my upmost thoughts for my mum in the borrowed words of this poem...originally not mine, but I've edited it to suit my African mama.
" For all the times she gently picked me up
when i fell down.
For all the times she tied my shoes
and tucked me into bed,
or needed something
but put me first instead.
When she sent me on errands but
i grumbled,yet she gave me food and
at night still prayed for me.
Those days i got into trouble and begged her to keep it silent, but yet she told dad,even though I would be mad at her.
Those times I refused to give her the remaining change from errands,
when I threw away food she gave to me,
because I didnt want to eat eba...
When I yelled back at her, and drove her mad.
When I took dad's side instead of her's in an argument.
For everything we shared,
the dreams, the laughter,
and the tears,
I love you with a "Special Love"
That deepens every year.
Happy Birthday to you mum....
I love you.
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wow...this is a nice write up coming from u...there is no one like mother...Happy birthday to your mum
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