MOTHERS IN LOVING SHADES

OB
I didn’t know where I was when I came to be
There were many things I did not see
Darkness surrounded me in what seems like a big colourless sea
Still, I lived and swam till I reached the dock of the sea
Then I realized I had a voice
And spectators who celebrated upon hearing my voice
Before then, I had kicked like a kickboxer and given her heartburns
I had made her uncomfortable with my punches and turns
Blame me not, I was so folded in that sea sack
That I felt pains in my back
Her arms felt warm
That it made me happy I swarm
She was like a home I built to be
The love I collected as fee
And she has been the home
The home which fed my softness into a human structure
And made sure I had no fracture
Protection proves pure power of her person who aims to protect my now and my future
So why should I not celebrate the being who made me?

Efua
I was smoked like a rat
And petted like a cat
I was starved like a model
And carried like a hurdle
So I was built strong
And felt I could wherever belong
I was not surprised I ended up in other arms
Until I met her
Her demeanor was fair
And she did her hugs share
Those arms taught me that love can shine brighter in a stranger
And hurts can come closer in blood with danger
I have never lacked
I have never needed
I have never struggled
I have never suffered
In her arms, talk less in her presence
So she is my present
And my God-sent present
She chose me when I had no filter
Spittle was my nosemask
Tears were my eyeshadow
I was emaciated with a visible poverty mask
But I am now living in affluence
As her complete mini me
Why won’t I celebrate the being who made me
…and the one who lifed me?

Ebo
I have high hopes in her arms
I am fearless in her presence
I have courage in her presence
And feel on top of the world in her arms
Life is like love in her eyes
Love is like life in her eyes
Her eyes are the rainbows
…unending and decorative
Coloured and empowering
She is so innovative
…when situation makes me feel like cowering
Why won’t I celebrate the one who made me?
She is all the paths I see
In power and greatness
…and success


Akrofi
Her nagging makes me feel alive
Her slaps at my back make me feel alive
She is like the air so cool when heat breaks
And the sun si warm when cold breaks
She is like the rain in drought
And has all my killer enemies fought
From infancy, so why won’t I celebrate the one who made me?
She is my god and more
My life and more
A mother who mothers merrily
…making money mere mockers even in penury
My mother
I stand!

All
Mothers we stand like satisfied souls
On our grateful soles
You’re the lifeline of the earth
Our very breath builders to death
Odomankoma bless you all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May, 2023