By Jeremiah Onoriode Atomre
Waking up that morning was just like every other day
Ooh! Ooh! Were the responses of my other siblings
Time for morning devotion
As she led the way
After some extra rest
Decided to take my bathe
Wao! Today really is mother’s day
Sorry, women’s day
But whose day is this really?
As I begin to ponder over
Who really owns the day?
Is it for all women or only for mothers?
Even as we headed for the day’s service
Parents were seen with their children
Leading them were the mothers
But which woman would never wanted to be a mother
Grieve in my heart
As I pondered on this issue
Oh God! Make them all mothers
The faith of the barren widows sounded
Oh! Can she for once be a mother?
Oh! Others who after many years of marriage
Can they be mothers too?
All mothers, oh! All women
Seen very happy and excited
As their God’s children present them gifts
Will she accept one of these as her?
No! Yes! No! Yes! No! No! Yes! Yes!
Even as she returns home
None of the God sons or daughters
Alone she went to a lonely home
Alone she went to the hands of him
“God’s time is the best”
As he consoles her
But what society can do without them?
I don’t think there’s any
Children, pupils, students and even husbands
Depends on these women for most things
Could it be for all things?
Only time and times can tell
She even borrowed when the going gets tough
Always there for the children upkeep
Even in the midst of none
Always sought for a way out
School fees, good clothes, good foods, better houses
Were her plight
When one is sick, hungry, accused or even arrested
She is always there
Wonder what life would have been without them
Oh God! Bless our mothers
Oh! Our women
Oh God! Bless all women
Oh God! Bless us all.