Mother Poem by Pius beeps Adamu

My mother my heroic mother.
Blessèd is the womb that bore you.
For the ancestral blessings you still possess.
I stayed in you for a thousand days,
With a timid soul sensing your worth.
You contemplated either to líve or die.
With the richness of patience you waited.
Leaving everything to the arms of fate.
From a toddler to the man I have become.
I view every passing day with honor.
From the truth you taught me.
In solitude I sit tasking my head.
What gift fits you more.
None that I know of.
For all I can give is vain.
But what I can think of are true words.
Walking on this virgin sheet.
Appreciating your sincerity and love.
Why then should I betray you.
You are the  river and I the learning stream.
You flow, I flow, you rise, I rise.
You are my nightly moon.
Even in my absence from you.
I feel your presence hovering nigh.
My mother my only source of joy.
My mother, my true heroine.