Thoughts on Things


Mother's Day

By Abubakar Adam Ibrahim
(For Hauwa Adam)
I wonder how I,
so tall now, grew in the warmth of your womb,
how you nursed and loved, cleaned and scrubbed
and made me safe, made us safe.

How I love you, I have not said enough,
cannot say enough,
because you give without reserve,
love without restraint.

We laugh, sometimes, taste our tears, sometimes.
We fall out sometimes.
But always, we loved. Always we will love.
Always. Always.

And because your love spreads like infinite nightsky
speckled with galaxies of adoration,
whenever I’m lost, I know you will be there.
Always. Always.


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