Of Mother And A Mother Poem by Pita Nuba

Tell me about her
Tell me all you have heard of her
A rare woman, truly virtuous
Disciplined and pious
Proud, near arrogant yet humble
And like thunder, her words rumble

Mother!
That vessel that bore and bear
A carrier of another
Nine for one, sometimes, another
Patient, enduring, waiting
And everyday, like an inflated balloon
Her belly grows and yet she waits
In nine, I'll have another...
Her consolation?
In nine, truly, another...

This Mother!
Mama with the sauce
Knew my pain and it's source
She sat and watched me
In pains, in dire ills
She prayed and held my hands
'It will be well...' she understands

And then Mama fell
Like milk gone sour, it was hell
For four years mama battled
Pains, tears, all night, a real battle
She took all in stride
Her smile refused to hide
Mama was strong
The sickness was wrong...

And then the end...
The heavens stood still
The skies heaved a great sigh
Mama breathed her last
In the arms of true love, her last
Like the beginning, so is the end
Mama will sleep forever...

Good night Ma...
Sleep well gracious soul.