POEM FOR MOTHERS
A picture memory brings to me.
I look across the years and see myself
besides my mother’s knee.
I feel her gentle hand restrain my selfish
Moods.
Eledumare that created heaven and earth,
Let my mother reap the fruit of her labour.
I know again,a child’s blind sense of wrong and pain,
But wiser now,a man gray grown,
My childhood’s needs are better known,
My mother’s chastening love I own.
Eledumare that created heaven and earth,
Let my mother reap the fruit of her labour.
You too,my mother,read my rhymes,
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more ,
The little feet along the floor.
Eledumare that created heaven and earth,
Let my mother reap the fruit of her labour.
Your love is like moonlight,
Turning harsh things to beauty,
You are less an image in my mind than a luster,
I see you in gleams pale as star-light on a gray wall.
Eledumare that created heaven and earth,
Let my mother reap the fruit of her labour.
Mimo Mimo ni ti oluwa ELEDUMARE
Iba fun fun ELEDUMARE
Iba Asee
