a poem for mother iya mi, good mother today I set fire under you, under your naked bones burning with the firewood of time, your smoke must rise the world must inhale your ashes iya mi they must know of your essence they must know about you a woman who journeyed at the cusp of time. iya mi, wonderful mother your smoke will sting their hearts clothing them with your sweet smell your feet that grace many markets hawking garri beside muddy waters will walk into their remembrance knitting your struggles into their memories mother of life your fire shall never quench. iya mi, beautiful mother in death you will live I will light up this world with your name they will know of your sacrifice at the junction of life where you offered twin sacrifices so your children can go on I shall sculpt for you a pillar of words I shall flood rivers of lines with your name I shall write your name beside the bodies of heaven iya mi you shall never die. iya mi, beautiful mother I remember your honey voice lovely eyes and ebony skin your smile that makes me live your words of arrows piercing me with understanding paragon of beauty I miss you sleep on till we meet sleep mother while I paint the world with your smile you shall never die. ......... oriogun
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 11:39:09 +0000
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