Cries Of A Barren Mother Poem by Oyedepo Wuraola Oluwakemi

Under a shed of fears, I shed tears
While my pains were shears
That cut through my fair share
Of barreness’s dolorous shares

I cried my heart out
But my spirit was never out
I drank a lot of stout
But I never got stout

I went to Jerusalem
And called at Mecca
While I visited an occultist
But my pains reached hyperbole

I got bitten by a bedbug
While I worked with a humbug
But my blood never decreased
And I felt no increase!

Thinking a state of piety would heal,
I went to the altar and held its pane
While I told it of my stomach’s state of steel
And let it know of my abundant pain

I was Hannah at the altar
Where the Jews had their Hanukkah
And all I wanted was a Samuel
So that my childlessness would be altered!

I needed no foetus, rather, all I wanted;
Was to abort the one I already had!
I wanted my dolour aborted
And I wanted its odour no more!

I wanted to be pregnant again
With a foetus of gains
And give birth to affluence
With no Eli’s influence

I was barren of wealth
Not of childbirth’s welts
For despite my many offsprings
I have no spring to drink from!