Today, in Nigeria and in several other countries, Mothering Sunday 2015 is being marked. It’s a day when mothers appear in the limelight as stars in their respective churches.
I hear there’s also a Father’s Day, but it ain’t got no swag like Mothering Sunday.
Here’s a poem in honour of all mothers on Earth, with my own mom marching as the vanguard.
3 trimesters, 9 months
That’s how long two appear as one
One carrying, the other resting
This strenuous period
Takes most women
From womanhood to motherhood
An amazing transformation
For some other women
Parturition isn’t the way
Nevertheless, by their actions
They too are mothers, mothers of many
For every Mother Theresa
There are countless others
Unseen, unheard, unrecognized
Calmly influencing the Earth’s present and future
They are the backbone of every home
The spine that gives stability
Though the head be as big as the Pacific
Without them, the home can go nowhere
They care, they nurture
They advise, they correct
They love, they cherish
They are their children’s heroes
Nightmares cease at their touch
Their cuddles inspire assurance
Great motivators, great coaches
The definition of “Great”
In sickness and in health
Their kids are loved and cherished
For richer, for poorer
Their kids’ needs are met
Willingly they would work themselves
Till death part them from their children
Love so amazing, so gentle
They live the word “sacrifice”
Thanks mom for everything
For every nice word
For every meal I’ve ever eaten
For teaching me that good is better
A million words would fail me
“Thanks”, a word so simple, so unassuming
Makes plain the state of my heart
A heart filled with gratitude
Our mama dem
Na every day we go dey make una proud
Happy Mothering Sunday
Jilomes 