From a Mother to her Mother...
Push, Push, Push,
You heard the midwife say.
You pushed with every inborn strain,
As all of nature stood still,
Poised, hovering, in tranquil,
Waiting to sing the refrain.
There was no stopping until,
You heard the midwife say,
“It’s a girl”
Mother!
The name suddenly echoed in your ear,
As your teardrops touched my nose
Mother!
That name, oh so dear,
Precious as the most perfect rose
Mother!
The song you will always hear,
From the day your arms first held me close
Your life would never be the same,
Everything would change.
But all you have is praise
For the gift of life,you have to raise
So, you reached deep into you,
To the strength God has put in the name.
Yes, it was well within your range
To shape the life God had given you.
Mother!
Your bosom is a rest so rare.
Mother!
You alone can give me tender care.
Mother!
Your heart is laid bare
Mother!
To embrace your child,so dear
The miracle of birth
Is but a fusion of the divine and human.
For heaven fuses with earth
When a seed is taken by a woman,
The wonder of motherhood,
Is but a revelation of the nature of God
Nurturer, Sustainer, Protector, Friend and Rock.
By Jennifer Abigail Koshie Wallace
