The Cry Of A Mother Poem by ipaye olawole peter

This cry like mother’s
This affection we longed to see
This dashed hope of a mother,
When this broad way to no-where be green
Alas! No pleasure thou ever found.

We run the restless labouring world
Yet, the world cease not to dare run us
Perhaps we are not fleet foot of the race
Powerless we are in his hand
These runner that shapes our ends.

Dry your tears, this long denied momma
Though the joy be delayed, life ephemeral.
With this auspicious and dropping eye –
You peered into that cannan land-
You have wandered in this world.

This long day labour now to no avail
This is a melancholy, this unfulfilled mother
Now the embryo is grown.
Now the darkness was spent amidst the light
The light that returns the joy, the joy of a mother.
written by: Ipaye olawole P.