Mother's Cry. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Have you seen a mother cry?
Have you seen her weep sorrowfully?
She cry always for a child, when barren.
A broken heart, when cheated.
Infidelity when beaten by her husband.
Then the experience of motherhood hurt her to the brim,
Hurt her so much than a hole in the heart.
It generate uninvited emotion and tears
With tattered dirty rays to cover your joy.
It battered your beautiful blissful soul
With a striking cracking air, it silence your thoughts.
Then, the blemish in your heart brandish their weapons
Mock you to your face and shock the true values in you.
You weep also though with a shameful eyes,
When heavy within, her feelings hurt your emotions
Seeing her in labour breaks your bone marrows.
Nwanyibuife, Nwanyibuife, truely women has value.



GOd bless my children she cry always,
Let the air stand still for them to celebrate.
Let no man walk nor eat until they have succeeded.
God make them the head not the tail
Give me children that will answer my calls.
Dig hole beside their houses when i am no more.
When at last the light are out
And they feel a stony hands on them,
Hands of the master of the house with a cracked whip
Protect their weakness and innocence.
Ordain them in your blossom because
They are my future to behold.
It only the old who knows why the chicks climb on each other,
Give my children wisdom and understanding to tread on.
She follow the winding way to every hut
Supplicating and interceding as though a priestess.
Mothers tears separate the ocean walls
Mix pity with agony as though the new rain drop
Will bring a blissful hope to relief the body from the sultry sun.