Motherhood Dream Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I will have beautiful children
Who will take after me when am gone.
Their names shall be called grace and
Love shall abide with them forever and ever.
They shall bring salt and pepper to me
Run errand to me beside the silent doors.
Upon their hearts shaLl my names be written
Then shall I cover them like motherhen.

Even if money don't really come
They shall be my gold and silver.
My children shall be my pillar,
I shall have them on my bossom,
Kiss away their tears and pains;
Look after them in days of trouble.
They would be pride of jacob in joy.

Right in my heart shall I lay
The right mat for my children to lay.
None shall be barren, vangaborn nor wayward
Rather their tastement shall be of righteousness.
We shall work in the strret with joy.
Those on my arms and some on my back
While some walk beside me as a guide.
My joy and happiness shall we dwell in.

I will cook enough to feed them
Bath them under my nose and care.
In night shall I sit them down
To teach and educate them what
My life, their lives and our lives mean to me.