My mummy,my mummy
On paths where none tread
An icon of womanhood
Beauty and cadence are at your feet
Yet maternal features humbled you
Life itself agrees that a rare gem exists
Not many live to impact as you
Just as age is not a limit
Your smiles, ageless, your care and love undisputed
Even the world’s undisputed boxing champion
Will be beaten black and blue
In the arena of beauty were you contest
Not even the greatest will argue
That you walked through the corridors
Of grace and warmth, evidenced by your children’s glow
None can fit your shoes?
As a mother, nay a grandmother.
What other joy does a woman want?
Where else can such be evoked?
From the belly of history?
From the future nay the present?
At the beginning,
If I were to choose a frame as human
I will opt for your graceful being
A gender I will cherish and nourish
Like a lover’s soul
Where memory is gold
Explored by wordsmiths
Gotten by the best
Like my daddy sought for the license
To yours when virginity speaks louder than beauty
When men seek the hymen
As monkeys long for bananas
At the threshold
Of moral excellence
Where nuptial knots
Is celebrated without guile
I am grateful I came through
Where the hymen once stood
What a life I have
With your genes in my tissues
What an honour to be your son!