A Mother’s Praise


Creatures of man are made
by night

Creatures of woman are made
by day

God spilt the flowers, and the womb
becomes a theatre of artistic display

I choose one a Mother
A trader who knows the
weight of compassion and kindness
that never fails

I choose one
right from her eternal scent
Heaven knows, no one could
erase her trace

I find her in my hands

in my heart
every place

In my praise
Every wake

I find her, more than
she finds me

God bless the ship
that stop her walk
right straight at my door

Happy Mother’s Day


Image courtesy: decodingannieparkerfilm.com


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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2 Responses to A Mother’s Praise

  1. kph52013 says:

    Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us!

    Liked by 1 person

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