Oh Mother Of Mine Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

She’s beautiful
So beautiful she is
Like the crown of the royals
Like the garment of Zeus
Like the lilies of the lea

She’s loving
So loving she can be
When I cry, she would say
Weep not child but weeps along
When the drowing nights come

And she’s worn out
She would say
Sleep child or I shall never rest
And when she sleeps
Her eyes brightens to watch her cub

Isn’t she loving?
That nature pleads to be her
Teresa changes her name
All because of her
Who else will be?

Or can be like her
Like the mother eagle
She feeds her eaglets
Forgetting herself in hunger
All for protection and safety

Like Zeus she’ll say
I forgive you
I count not your transgressions
But corrects in times of un-understanding
And counsels in times of miss-understanding

Oh mother of mine
Sweet sweet mother
What can I say of you?
How can I express it to you?
What should I give to you?

If not the true one love
Love is all I have
All I can give
And all I can say
The only expression I have is love

Oh mother
Lovingly lovely and always loving