Morning after mornings, I must have found myself lying in
the tender frail arms of yours; the arms that nurtured me with love. With palms
gently stroking my face, you brought ease to my pains. With smile so amazing
and eyes beaming with hope, you brought faith to my fainting heart. I take it
not lightly that you carried me in your womb for days more than 270. You bore
me in agony and nurtured me with your precious breast. I must have locked your
hair with my fragile small hands, stroke your breast and pulled your
cross-shaped pendant that constant hanged around your neck. I am happy to know
you didn't mind. Although, I was at the mercy of life, fragile, could not clean
or feed myself, yet you did not leave me to fate. I might have been annoying at
times and troublesome on many raining days, yet you demonstrated the true mother’s
love. You spoke for me when I did not have a voice, ensuring that I got a fair
treatment.
I taught I was just stealing a few moments but you gave me a
lifetime. When I trailed after death in pain, you ran out for me. You had
walked the whole town to find me food. You had jump into the river if you saw
me drowning. You had chopped your fingers off and get it burnt if you must get
my food in wild fire. Although, you tasted bitter tears, your face still carry
that beautiful eyes. In your breast, I found warmth, care and hope. Your
care was the best of all, never letting me go even when it cost you everything.
You never ignored my cry when your sleep was so precious, feeling every inch of
the pain I feel. I am confident beyond the shadows of my doubt that my fears
disappeared in your smile and calmness resumed when I listened to your tender
voice whispering silently into my ears. How did you sense, I needed to eat? How
did you know it was time to change my diapers? How did you know it was my
stomach that was rumbling?
You had all reasons to give up, yet you chose devotion to
your family. You did cast your dreams into the sea and the showers of prophesy
that hovered over your head. You thought you could complete all your melodies,
paint your words on the world with me but life has robbed you more instead. I
know I have not been an easy child but your corrections have made a better
person. I want to say that I am proud of you. Your dreams are not scattered in
the wind. They are only multiplying within my walls.
I was me ever before you held me. You have taught me to
walk like a woman, allowing me sometimes to ride in my own boat, paddle my own
tides and sail boundaries unreached. Your unending words of encouragement have
shaped my life. Now, I think I’m old but always the baby that slept gently in
your arms every night. You have birth a jewel because you are beyond an
impeccable one. When I look through the mirror, I see the hands of the crafty
strong hands that moulded me. I can cling to the path of your hard work,
discipline, selflessness, and courage. It must have been tough, but you were
tougher. I found the breast that nurtured me; it’s my Mum's. I hope
someday I would be able to do the same beautifully.
Tribute to all mothers, mothers-to-be and any figure of the
female gender especially my Mom.
The world would have missed if you had not come Oluwamitomisin. I celebrate you.
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