I was an unpromising seed in the
Lord’s garden
And my mum has been a tower of
strength to me throughout my life
Her words, well articulated and
spoken, changed my perspective about things
If she ever shed tears, she never
allowed me to see them
She knows how much I love to just
sit back and cry in frustrating and painful situations
It makes me feel better; the
torrent of tears washes away my memories of pain
But she wouldn’t allow me see her
tears, neither can she stand me cry
She is not all I have, but she is
at the top of my list
I was a spirited child
Even imperious at times
And not easily put-upon
When thwarted I often give way to
temper tantrums
But my mum loves me without
embarrassments
She hoped against hope for a
miracle
Believing that I do be good or
rather better someday
It would be strangely not usual if
she gives up on me
My mum was overly my support
And with her maternal loving
support
I was able to join the activities
of my peers as far as I was able
But the usual things I couldn’t do
broke her heart
But she had to overcome envy and
her expectations of me
And not let me lose my self esteem;
she won’t afford to risk that
The envy subsided and the
expectations moderated
And I lost the will of trying to be
who I am not
My untutored mind became an ideal
fallow field
For my Lord to sow and later to
harvest
And surly I was going to bear a
good fruit
I asked for guidance and I am led
this far
Then I became less used to anger
My spirit became so willing
But I have to endure the weakness
of the flesh
Sometimes, I over did things and
became very exhausted
I tried to understand my life
But I found it so difficult
It was heartbreaking
I felt totally and utterly useless
Though I was a normal boy
I was trapped within the cages of
my own mind
I had great difficulty coming to
terms with it
Yet mum never stopped believing in
me
My imaginations were too great
It goes crazy, wild and three
dimensional
But I never imagined anything to
reality
Then I thought giving up the power
of my imagination is an option
I never knew what I needed was in
my very head
Just to take one step above my
imagination
I could have gotten to my
destination earlier
By the time I noted this, I was far
gone from my imaginations
Getting back to my imaginations took
me years
More than it took to get away from
it
Just like the Israelites going back
to the land of promise
I suffered to get back to what took
me less or nothing to give up
Its really amazing what I can
imagine
It is okay now, I can let go
And take that one step above
My journey to this point wasn’t
easy I broke down on many junctions
The times I broke down
I knew how close my mum was to me
When I fell and lost the will to
stand back on my feet
She will always come by and say:
“wake up you are still alive”
How many times would I let her
change my mind?
This woman I call mother has been
my greatest motivation
I never told her how much of a
blessing she has been to me
I’m just going to sit back and show
her love
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