The Mother’s praise

Sometime ago

The wind passed this way

Dropping its gifts on our hair

Sometime ago

There mere sight of ashes

Evoked sweet vivid memories

Sometime ago

The playful smiles of kids

Infects our affective thoughts

Of the happy yesteryear

Sometime ago

The amiable warmth of our mothers

Rekindle the hope of comfort

In contorted circumstance

Today, we are obliged

By that caring warmth to revisit

The very memory bed of yesterday

To revive the warmth

To tender the ages

And to salute their toils

A few of them live today

But we cannot forget them all

We cannot forget them for being who they were

We can only celebrate them

In our modest way

Thank you Mother

For always caring for me

For all your prayers and support

For nursing and believing in me

Thank you for everything

For I appreciate you and all your deeds

It’s me your son

Akosuakosi saying Morja enu ooo  

Thank you.

-KYB signs

May 5, 2014

@ Gbawe Bulemin,