TRIBUTE TO MY MOM- A RARE GEM AND A VIRTUOUS WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE
Whyte Queen@WhyteQueen
7 years ago
Only! If only I was an animationAnd my family members were something drawn up on a sheet by a directorCharacters would be created and recreated till they were too perfectTill they made less senseTill they are a bit scrawny and zanyWell at least no one gets to make fun of anotherBecause we would seem too perfect in our mind's eyesI wish I was a mackleWell at least I would have double lifeI would at least have the guts to live life with such reckless abandonMy mom would still be hereBecause I would I would redraw her so she would come alive againMuch more perfect than she wasNo one would have to pass through senescenceBecause life would just continueNo accidents, no terminable diseases, no suffering and no deaths!I wish I could turn back the hands of timeIf I was given one wishI would wish my mom back aliveShe had said it "you won't appreciate what you have till you lose it"I had said to myself "I will have you for a long time"I had imagined mom being there when I make it bigI had imagined her taking care of me and my little cuddly babyI had imagined mom being there for my children!I had imagined them say "grandma"Now they would probably only say it to their father's momSincerely speaking I hadn't, couldn't imagine life without youNow I face my worst fearsBecause you're not there to tell me this is right path for youI miss your delicacies and intimate careI remember how you would sit awake watching my sickly eyesHow you would wake me up in the middle of the night to administer my doseHow you would wake me up in the middle of the night to correct my misdoingsHow you would advise me on a great many thingsI remember those stern looks which correct my misbehavioursThose eyes that tell me silently what to do in the midst of strangersI still wonder how I ever understood what you always meantI remember those hands that never stopped giving to the poorI remember how we would go on empty stomach just for you to give to the poorI remember your nickname "mama eagle" - the one who watched over her loved ones like an eagle and tolerated no nonsenseI remember your cream, soap, clothes and even smellI remember your black shiny hair I loved staring at and wishing I had sameI remember loving to lie down on your bed; because it felt so comfyI remember how you would make sure we all prepared for church on timeI remember how you struggled to protect your sisters from harmI remember how you brought your family togetherI remembe how you struggled to pay my feesI remember how you would stand all day just to see us fed and clothedI remember how you would have those body aches and take analgesics to feel betterI remember how you were respected by both young and old, great and smallI remember how you had given me your best wrapper to wear on cultural day in schoolI remember your best gele you lent meI remember how you would encourage me to draw and how you had same talentI remember your 5:00am morning prayers that would last an hourI remember how you loved your water for bathingI remember how you loved to eat your noodles; not to soft, not too strong, garnished with vegetablesI remember the last food I prepared for you - unripe plantain porridge. I remember how you gave me directions on its preparation and how you had blessed me after eating it because you were sickHow couldn't I have known you were going to go and leave a little me behindIs it a crime to grow to an adult with my mother by my side?I get jealous seeing my age mates with their mothersAnd my heart yearns, bleeds and pines for you over and over againMy eyes are filled with tears; tears soaked in anguishI can't write no more for fear of my heart breakingI'll end it here because I can't take it anymorePlease come back to me in any formPlease.