Dear Mother, a poem by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim | PoeticFriday

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This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Poetic Friday

In the poem “Dear Mother”, Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim appreciated his mother’s love and care since his childhood and pledged to do more for her.

Dear Mother

Oh mother! I love you so much
That I cannot close my eyes without seeing you
You are like a precious stone,
Whose value would never fade away
You sacrificed sleep to see me succeed
When something pains me,
You be the first to feel it
You bathed, clothed and backed me whenever I cried,
Either in the morning or at night
I urinated, and stooled on your cloths
But you still backed me after washing them

Dear Mother, a poem by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim - PoeticFriday
Dear Mother, a poem by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim – PoeticFriday

Dear mother,
I would never deny your hands
That held me for many months
Since from birth till childhood
I must appreciate you for feeding me,
Taking good care of me, and
For not letting me go on the streets like others
If I shall live till that time, when I would be rich,
Rich like a gold,
I would buy you a house of prestige,
A house made of gold
Not as a reward,
Because I cannot pay you,
Your time,
Your unforgettable labour pains
And the sacrifices you made for me.
You tend to be an umbrella
Just to cover me from rain or sun.
Just to make me safe and heal my health.

Dear mother,
If you shall live long on earth healthy,
I would show you that love
which a child shows to his mother.
I shall not be like that pepper,
That calls tears out of women’s eyes
Nor shall I be like an onion,
That makes eyes to flood like a large body of water
So I shall not let you shed tears
Talk less of hear you cry
With my own ears

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So long as I breathe on earth
I shall honour and respect you to the best of my ability
If I shall live for a million of years,
I would spend ninety nine hundred thousand years
Looking over you without showing any sign of tiredness
I know I cannot pay you back
Even the smoke that makes you smell,
The heat that makes you sweat.
Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim, 2019

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