Privy Behind Motherhood!
Mother; is a treasure
And mother to have is a pleasure
It treasures their children & husbands
Their heart is a dining table
garnished with love and passion
Their heart is a venue of compassion
threaded with an empathy that is its side attraction
Their heart is a mediator which look out for various mechanism to sustain arbitration
Their heart is an enconium of smiles
that arranges happiness on the
faces of their wards.
They are a seed planted on rocks
but they germinate in bulk
Their spirited soul is an imitation of love from an Immortal God
They are an ambassador of the future
Their breast milk is a wine served with wisdom and emerges knowledge
Their speech is a summit of lovers
That sit chairs for a noble family to enjoy its seminar.
For many have lost you
Others have you
And to those whose mothers have paid a visit to their ancestors
I summon my ink to celebrate your hearty lost
For a mother is a precious gift you can’t replenish
She is the chandelier in your eyes
that smiles more than the sky
They are the taste on your tongue
your lips are the colour of their heart.
To you I mourn with thee
And to those whose mother still breath and smile with earth
Caution them with care
and buy the world for them
Let them feel that the world was made without them.
Present them to the world
It is the only fresh air no one can breath with you.
We’re celebrating you because you are scarce
Your heart is a quill to write on a scarce parchment
Your care and protection is more than a guard who serves a king
For keeping me in your womb
Is the most grateful Thing to admire.
You are the birth of a nation
and your presence fights for justice in the belly of your wards.
I hail you mother and stay calm to your exquisite hospitality.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Atachie Richard Agbalenhrola