This is my prayer
For you sweet mother
I’ll sing for you
And I’ll dance with you
See my joy when I write for you
And it’s because of you
I remember those hands that held me
Those hands that washed and fed me
My desire in a dream
Your smiles as in a golden grin
Momi if not for you
If not for you…
I can’t really say
Even if I recall those dry nights of May
When I was small
You found my lost ball
Oh precious mother
Precious momi, precious mother
How I miss those back pats
And also the motherly slaps
Now what will I be
Without your prayers?
You push me off when I’m wrong
You pull me back with the other arm
Hold me once again
Cos I’ll fall without you
You have washed my nakedness
And you have directed me off from wickedness
My baby tears have fallen all over you
Clothes blankets even your food
Now I ask God for another favor
Please my Dear Lord, I thank Thee
I pray, keep her for me
Now it’s your unfailing love
That kept hope burning lightly in my heart
This memory I want most
To hold you the way you held me when I was a toddler.
I dedicate this prayerful poem to my mom, Mrs Helen Iroegbu, my teacher, my confidant, encouragement and inspiration and to you all moms and potential moms all over the world, you all gave life to us, something so precious and loving. Kisses and hearts from me…
Oiroegbu Halls
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