Iyaniwura - For Mum
How much do I pay
For those fragile months my life was in your hands?
When you could have discarded me
Deleted me like an unwanted document
Or starve me to death yet I clung
To you for life that I may leave
You bore me a burden
For nine non-resting months
And even while I weaned
You sing, but I cry
You cajole but I scream
You pet but I scratch
I suckled with no thanks
Had no pity even when you felt weak
And still I sleep while you watch
How much do I pay
For those silly mistakes
that I ought not to have made?
I, the prodigal child have been
While your left hand spanked me
Your right hand coaxed me
Still I refused to learn
Yelled at you for showing care
Yet the appraisal effigies I have won
Have been as a result of your support
So how much do I pay,
To the best mom in the world?
For those fragile months my life was in your hands?
When you could have discarded me
Deleted me like an unwanted document
Or starve me to death yet I clung
To you for life that I may leave
You bore me a burden
For nine non-resting months
And even while I weaned
You sing, but I cry
You cajole but I scream
You pet but I scratch
I suckled with no thanks
Had no pity even when you felt weak
And still I sleep while you watch
How much do I pay
For those silly mistakes
that I ought not to have made?
I, the prodigal child have been
While your left hand spanked me
Your right hand coaxed me
Still I refused to learn
Yelled at you for showing care
Yet the appraisal effigies I have won
Have been as a result of your support
So how much do I pay,
To the best mom in the world?
