THE ROSE IS YOURS, MUM! by Joseph C. Ogbu (JoeNwaOgbu)

                             

Mum, here I come to you with my heart

Nothing I can offer, but myself

See! On thy table I place my undying rose

Showing my undivided love to you

As I see nothing tangible to signify my love to you

Only dropping roses wherever your name is remembered,

Then I plead! Insult me, not my Mother

For I really know her worth to me.

Mum, today I remember our friendship

Daily I remember your purified love

Just know, I still remember our unique play

Never! I have not forgotten our moon and sun dance

I still recollect and understand your language

Your smile, my joy; your voice, my hope

For this I say, insult me, not my mother

For I truly know her worth.

Mum, to you I promise, to ever look in your eyes

Forever I promise, to keep our unity untouched

For a day without you, keeps my heart restless

Especially when unknown song is sounding without an interpreter

Or without one that may give it meaning to a lonely child,

Mum! This is when I remember, that you are a good adviser

Who understands every song life my offer to her child,

Oh! For this I say, your worth is known to me Mum.

Mum! Please tell me what, and I will

Keep your song, and I will dance

Call my name and I won't hesitate coming,

If there may be tears on your face, here I am to wipe it

Even when mood is calling to offer loneliness

Trust me; I will never withdraw my hands on your shoulder

For no one knows, but I alone

Really know your daily sacrifices,

That's why I plead; insult not my Mum but me.

 Mum, please don't worry adding more love to your love

Please take a rest and leave the dance for me now

For it is your turn to dance comfortably on my back,

Yes, a time to carry you on my laps

So that you can receive your glittering reward

Though too little, that cannot be measured with your great love

But I beg you mum; just receive; for in it, keeps my heart,

That is why I say!  Never insult mum, but direct all to me.

Mum, you are a true mother

You are generous lover

With you, I regret nothing

From you I get something

Because of you I daily enjoy my rest,

Mum, unworthy I am to receive your unstained gifts

But still, you wash me and give me a kiss with your gifts

As if everything remains my right to claim,

For this, I say thanks my good Mum.

Yes! Daily we praise our earthly Mothers

Offering them precious gifts

Giving them admiring names

Swearing to terminate anyone who may give rough play to them

Either in a hidden or unhidden ground,

Yes, it is true love we have on our mothers

Because of our trust on them, seeing them as Angels and harmless creatures

Whose love and concern remain immeasurable.

Oh! Why then do you stab another with a hot sword?

Thinking He will be pleased with your deadly action,

Never forget giving respect and honor to this Man's Mother

For He admires His Immaculate Mother too,

Then, let us love our true Mummy, Virgin Mary

Who eternally remains our Intercessor

Especially when our burdens are heavier than our shoulders

And our sight turning to see no light.

Remember She is there for us,

Remember She is a caring Mother,

Mother of God, You are greater than all mothers,

For this I say, take my heart oh Mummy,

And ever remain to feed us your children,

 For this we humbly ask, oh Darling Mummy.