The Craft of Motherhood

A blooming flower by nature’s design

A budding rose from an adorned shoot

The fertile ground of my life.

You housed me till that day

On that bed of pains and screams

Then I arrived.

Your bosom housed me like a nest

Your voice soothing as a singing bird

Lullaby me to sleep.

Like a nomad on a desert

You never abandoned me

To the gaping mouth of the wilderness.

When the scorching wind of life blew

From the barren heights of the deserts,

You were the oasis that quenched my thirst.

I bathed in the sweet juice

Of your thickset fruity bosom

Like morning dew drench plants.

I was a tree from the forest 

And with your craft you shaped me

Like the cake of the baker.

Hardship spat on your face for my sake.

You survived hunger to supply my needs,

To say the least, my school fees.

Like a rainbow in the sky

You are the colour of my dreams

Keeping me from rain of destruction.

Though I walk a freeman,

I wear the relics of your hassle

Which have adorned me with a tassel

Of dignity, love and respect.