I was small and fragile, so insecure..like a feather-light fickle thing. I was barely a person, barely able to hold my own, and yet i felt loved even when i didn't know by who.
There are times i felt cold, there were times i balled my lungs out. There were times i didn't care to know the sufferings one went through, all i wanted was to be fed, kept warm and never want for a soft bed to sleep.
There were times i was annoying, giving sleepless nights to whom ever held me. Sometimes i wanted that which wasn't good for me. Other times i went on myself because i had no knowledge of how to speak and ask the necessary questions one who is pressed is supposed to ask.
I know i have been a little case of burden, i know.
But you see, Mama never saw me as one. She picked me up when i cried, she patted my bottom to hush me lovingly to quietness. She didn't scream and yell at me for giving her sleepless nights. She fed me when i needed it, she wiped me when i went on myself and kissed me a thousand times good night.
She loved my laughter, cried at my sadness and catered for me even in her lack. As i grew, i began to understand the depth of love a mother has for her child.
Mama, my mama loved me so much that even when she was old and grey and i fell sick almost nearing my end, she would place a hot towel on my forehead, fed me lovingly with her shaking feeble hands and wipe my lips when i spill food on myself and when i couldn't bed, she bent, even though her back hurts and her walking stick she held for support stood at the corner; i saw her wince in pain, struggle back up and my eyes fill with tears..
''Thank you Mama'' i told her, years later. She laid on her death bed, her eyes barely open. ''Thank you for loving me, i thank God for giving me and Angel like you Mama. I wish he didn't have to take you..i love you. I love you'' I told her kissing her face, tears running down my eyes.
''You will always be my little girl'' she coughs ''Don't miss me too much'' she laughed. I cried when i felt her once tightened grip on me loosen.
She was gone, my mama was gone.
The hole in my chest never closed.
Today, years later, i met her , My baby and as i welcomed her into this world and smiled down at her, i promised her ''I will love you the way Mama loved me because she thought me everything about selfless loving, i wish you have met Mama, she was beautiful, just like you''
It's been awhile you left Mama, but in my heart you remain.
Dedicated to those who lost their mothers.
Mother's are Godsent and their love cannot be compared, just like God's love for us.
