That Woman

2nd July surfaces on my calendar
A date that always pushes me to ponder
The abilities of that woman yonder.
They call her my mother
I call her a goddess of the highest order.
When I tore the past asunder
In those webs of a dead spider
I heard her screams echoing like thunder
Moaning In obedience to the nurses order
To push and push even harder
She tried, but she could push no further.
They stroke, slapped and scolded her
Until I crawled from under
To meet a smile so tender
With her lips stretching from border to border

For onto her a child was born.
And to her joy, another son.
Pains and screams are all now gone
Leaving a poor mother feeling forlorn.
The job of the nurses is finally done
Not footing the bill was our own scorn.
OH, poor little me started to morn.
Mother in blood stained clothes chose to run.
My earthly journey has just begun.
That woman ran on and on,
Holding with care, her little one.
Those endless miles held us till dawn,
But like Ussain Bolt, she won.

Pale siblings came to receive their guest
Speaking magical words I couldn’t digest.
My babbles to them was just a jest
They laughed like old cars on test.
Hungry mother wanted some rest
We staggered into an old dark nest.
This was my new home at its best.
She soon went to sleep, but not her pest.
I employed my tender lips in a quest
Tracing the north and south of her chest
Finding nothing, I slipped to the west
And there laid my treasure, her milky Brest.

Poor mother woke up to no food
She groaned, rolled and stood
Probing our mud damped hood
All in sight was some unsold firewood.
Poor bony siblings understood.
They should have helped if they could
But they too were of no good.
I played my part by sounding rude.
Forgive me, for I saw not their mood,
Never seeing mother leaving with a cutlass so crude.

The to and fro transaction was rapid.
Mother came back in her normal swift speed.
That cassava plant rejected as a weed
Had so many tiny mouths to feed.
The lump soon scattered like a waist bead
Entering the mouth of every hungry kid.
The woman ate a little to her need,
Watering it with excess liquid
From a rusty pot with no lid
While I sucked from her jar with utmost greed.

Day soon drove into night
Leaving our hut free of light.
Mother shook to my toothless bite
As innocent siblings went into a fight’
Trying to gain access to the mat in sight.
I soon exposed an inward fright,
Crying deeper with all my might
As mother sang me lullabies in plight
Swinging me here, there, left and right.
I then went quiet and took my flight.

We woke up to the cockcrow
Ready to face a new day of sorrow
Led to it by my feminine hero
Whose movements were now too slow
In calculation of where next to go.
Being given no tolerance to borrow,
Our sick cat was quickly attended to.
The steam couldn’t even reach its marrow
When it began feeding each sparrow.
The next worries were left for tomorrow.

Life gave me too much to learn
Including its unpredictable span
Defined only by nature’s plan
But when I become a MAN,
I will do all I can
For that woman.