Morning Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

My m’ma, you who birth me
By the morning sunrise
Evening thy sister
Does raise me by sunset
Come share thy motherly amity
But you at distance
Away from my wailing face
From all the joy you birth
And the laughter you instructed
Now lying by the wooden case
Resting at an unworthy grave
Let it be my home if grave
Shall grace me your face even by a glance

Your breath but stolen by the villain wind
That, that embittered my joyful tears
John Collins Areyayefa.