My Mother Poem by Felix Emeka George

Whenever I remember my mother
Gone from this world,
To the forgotten world of the dead
Salt water drips down my sad face
Because I love her
ever more, and more now,
I grow mournful lips.
At night, losing velvet night sleep
I sit up; sitting, trembling
Like a tree vibrating to the terror of howling winds.

Beside my mother's last earthen gap of earth,
I have sat many a day
And cried rivulets that become rivers.
Rivers of sighs groans and tears
That course from rivulets of memory
Memory of laughter, mischief and joy

In no time I stare up on space
To find her my moon among the stars
staring down at my mournful mouth.
In glory to the heavenly stars

with eyes dripping salt water unto the sacred sands
My heart has been broken of hopes.

The steady disappearance of the stars
Cause my fervent prayers go celestial
And my knees suffer in soliciting for her soul.

When ever I remember my mother,
my hurting heart, a riot of memories
Of softly forgotten melody.
To Falling in my mind unto everjoy
She my mother to give me comfort

when ever I remember my mother
As day and night revolving
I run through her portraits at my parlour
And tenderly touch them
thought in time of life
My lips whisper a prayer
for her to see me and my siblings

My dear precious mother,
Many years gone
Through our hopes, dreams and lives you are here
in our dark clouds and
shadows
From above far away
you're looking down on us
That is why I pray through you for an answer.
I burn incense offering to keep smoke in chimney.
Swelling the cloud of your heart to join me
In praise and worship days!

Oh my dearest sweet mother,
if i sing your song will i sing alone?
Or will you respond to my voice that we sing together.
From this forgotten world of pain amidst dead dreams
To put us in the air together
while i ponder with my heart hurting
Because I and my sibling cannot hear mother's laughter
And humorous face lit up.
Never wait for your return.
since your body lies in death in the earth.
If I came to reason you resting in better heaven.
If I am on the clouds like an infant moon.
And if I fly one more time, to see you again.
like sunshine to the dead end
like a beautiful and happy bird.