Marriage beckoned and your feet danced astray into it.
You laid bricks on the cathedral of regret;
which marriage had laid the foundation.
But motherhood was a new page to your story;
you found solace in the children of your womb
and nurtured us with graceful words.
People had mocked you with wrinkles on their brows.
‘Your marriage has failed, scatter them about, so they survive.’
But you sneered at their words,
and nursed the wounds of our stigma,
wore us a blindfold, lest we see your scars.
Mother, I witnessed every tear you shed,
after you lay my younger ones to bed.
Your tears were ground for mine;
but you’ve taught me courage,
in the face of adversity.
You’re my perception of life.
From the third arrow in your quiver; Praisey.
I love you; Shekhinah.
This poem was published in the 6th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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