I CALLED MY MOTHER
I heard the gentle familiar voice
That so often whispers into my ears,
“Don’t worry, don't worry, I'm here for you”.
It's the same voice that consoles me
Whenever I cut my finger, for
My blood would seem to tell me of death imminent.
She hates to see me cry even
When she disciplines me for breaking the plates
And burning the water proof she keeps in the kitchen.
When I was in college, she wouldn't see another month
untill she travels down to my two-hours from home hostel,
With that familiar joyous voice always saying,
'Daddy, look at you..almost a man now!'
I still remember her tears as she
Bid me farewell at the airport:
Crying as if I was going to my death.
Her voice still resounds in my ears;
It's the music I stored within my soul,
To console me as ever, to reassure me I still live.
I called my mother this past Sunday,
For the voice I stored within me
appears to be faint and fading.
I had to let her know I'm OK;
Let her know I haven't and wouldn't forget her;
Let her know I love her, and reassure myself
That her voice hasn't faded.
I heard the same familiar voice
Although it's mixed with unshed tears.
I told her I'm doing very well here,
And that my studies are going as expected.
These didn't alter her voice anyway,
For she still wants to see her little baby
Whom the quests for education snatched from her hands.
The voice in my memory, today is louder than ever.
I'll have to keep myself happy and healthy for her, and
Study harder in order to make her proud.
I seek to recapture and keep my mother's joyous laughter,
to reasure her the sun will shine tomorrow,
And that distance wouldn't separate us again.
Oh God help me,
For I miss my mother!
Chukwu, Celestine Nkemakolam (Nkematics)
Mother: Mrs. Bridget Chukwu Agwu.
By Nkematics
© 2009 Nkematics
(All rights reserved)
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