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MOTHERHOOD-AKINNIRANYE OLUWAFISAYO

Hands
Baby touching mother's hand

MOTHERHOOD

Where would life foetus breathe?

On the cross —

Holding my two arms on the gestation

Of her cardia;

That tender soul warming my temple

out of the womb, decorated with floral(s)

and unwritten care seen through her eyes…

I’m in the depth of how we were mould

Without her welcomed clay,

Would we have been buried

Without accustomed name?

Or the letters written on our palm

Be handicapped and our vocal world muted?

Then, she once restored the faded petal

By its sweetness –savored

In the drizzle, rain and storm…

And now, am I helpless whilst she’s away,

Fearless after a million lone cry…

Where does life foetus breathe

When I won’t be fed with her milk?

©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2017.

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RUDE AWAKENING WITH NATUR'S PICTURE N'QUILL

The poem today is MOTHERHOOD by OLUWAFISAYO. The poet, this time, reminds us of mother's fondness and love. The follwing line captures the essence: "By its sweetness -savored in the drizzle, rain and storm... And now, am I helpless whilst she's away." A good mother is perhaps the greatest gift for any child.

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