Mama Wange: Nothing Compares To A Mother’s Love Poem by Mugano S. Paul

not a word to tell of a mother’s love,
it’s a special one flowing from up beyond above
it’s like God’s love

there is joy in her stance
there is warmth in her embrace
in her heart are roots of sacrifice
there is a Heavenly paradise in her place
there is a garden of love in her face
wherein all nutritious fruits grow
therein all milk and honey flow…

she rises while it is yet night
she is like a merchant

her work is so compassionate
with love so consistent and patient

in the thick and thin she prays
in the rain and pain she never strays

her strength is more than steel towers
it’s through her that I got my powers

if she was a bird, I’d hide under her wings in her flight
that I may get to the greatest height

her candle never goes out by night
all her household is clothed in scarlet

by her side, head next to head,
flows her breath with her children’s breath

who compares to the mother’s love
which flows from up beyond above?