An epitome of resilience and doggedness,
She can see through the pervading night,
Her words pierce through lurking darkness,
She doesn’t meddle with frivolity,
She pushes through the borders of frailty.
A woman of radiant colours,
She has meandered life’s varying contours,
She beckons on elements of nature at dawn,
They buoy her across tempestuous seas,
They chauffeur her through shadowed lanes.
A harbinger of sunshine,
She calls an odd day a tutor day,
She weaves optimism into her day,
She seeks the least followed path,
She said there’re treasures hidden in its night.
She stands like an Iroko tree,
She goes to places where the eagles dare,
She trades courage for gnawing fear,
She brought me out of my gloomy chamber,
She held me by the hand through eerie woods.
My mother is my pride,
This from no woman I’ll hide,
I know someday she’ll go to the beyond,
Her memory will go with me into the night,
Her words are my threaded beads.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.