A POEM ABOUT MOTHER

 

Taken with thanks from PNG Attitude

 

In praise of that one most beautiful person

BY DAVID GONOL 

Mother

A mother is a crystal-clear spring,
Brings peace to her family.
A mother is a sparkling rose,
Brings hope to her family.
A mother is a pure white dove,
Brings joy to her family.
She always carries her family in her heart,
Like a kangaroo carrying her baby in her pouch.
She is the first person to wake up at crack of dawn,
And sees each day dawns.
She is the last person to go to bed,
So as only to wake up very early the next morning.
Each morning she makes sure that kaukau is
Always near the mantelpiece.
Each day in the scorching heat of the sun,
She always toils in the garden from sunrise to sunset.
Each afternoon she makes sure that
Food is always on the table
As ugly as she may appear to be or,
As aggressive as she may appear to be or,
As slow as she may appear to be or
As unwise as she may appear to be;
She is still the best, for she always makes sure that food
Is on the table and house is in order.
Yet her importance is always condoned
Until when the mantelpiece is empty;
The chair is empty;
The house is in disorder.
Alas! But that is too late.
She has immersed into eternity – the land of never-return.
Warm tears may be shed and hearts may be broken,
But a mother cannot be replaced.
When she is around, she is the family’s
Crown of hope, peace and joy.
When she is gone for eternity – the land of never-return,
She leaves behind nothing but an empty chair and broken hearts
Mother, you are wonderful, loving, caring, peaceful and forgiving.
Mother, forgive me for inflicting on you an unbearable pain at birth.
Mother, forgive me for parasitizing utterly on your body as a baby.
Mother, forgive me for urinating and excreting on your laps as a baby.
Mother, forgive me for embarrassing you in public as a baby.
Mother, just forgive me for being a naughty boy.
Mother, you are a magnificent gift from God purposely for me.
Thanks mother for having a room for me always in your heart.
Thanks mother for mentioning my name each time you pray.
Thanks mother for your never-ending love for me.
Thanks mother for how wonderful you are to me.
Thanks Lord for my beautiful mother.

David Gonol (29) was born at Marapa in the Tambul District of the Western Highlands Province.  He is a lawyer working as an Assistant Registrar in Port Moresby.  He published his first book, I’ve Grown to Love Jesus in 2011 and is now working on a second