Poetry |My letter to Daddy & Dear my Mother| by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim
Dear my father, You are like a farmer:
That farmed on my land
With hoe and cutlass
During rainy and dry seasons
For long, planting seeds,
Know that, your plant will not produce poor products
Your service is unrewardable here
Only God can reward you
All the shades we spread now,
Come after your fertilization
How will I forget you?
How far have I gone?
That I can't see my back
I am not such a blind driver,
That drives without a mirrow
On a narrow road, thinking to arrive safely
Do you think that I forget you,
Your face, walking, and thoughts
If I forget everything,
I think you, would not be forgotten
Don't you think I am that child?
That remembers his father's caring
in the day and night
His efforts in disciplining him,
His responses to his cries
Open your ears and hear me!
I still see you in my mind,
The tree you watered,
Is spreading its roots, products,
And shades in the world
DEAR MY MOTHER
Oh, my mother! I love you so much
That I cannot close my eyes without seeing you
You are a precious stone,
Whose value will never fade away
You sacrificed sleep to see me succeed
When something pains me,
You be the one to feel it
You bathed, clothed and backed me whenever I cried
Either in the morning or at night
I urinated and stooled on your clothes
But you still backed me after washing them
Dear my mother,
I will never deny your hands
That held me for many months
Since from birth till childhood
I must appreciate you for feeding me
Taking good care of me
For not letting me go on the street like others
If I shall live till that time, when I will be rich
Rich like a gold
I will buy you a house of prestige
A house made of gold
Not as reward
Because I can not pay you:
Your time, unforgettable labour pains
And sacrifices made for me
You tend to be an umbrella
Just to cover me from rain or sun
Just to make me safe and heal my health
Dear my mother,
If you shall live long on earth healthy,
I will show you that love:
Which a child shows to his mother
I shall not be like that pepper
That calls tears out of women's eyes
Nor shall I be like an onion
That makes eyes to flood like a large body of water
So, I shall not let your tears fall
Talkless of hear you cry
So long as I breathe on earth
I shall honor and respect you to my ability
If I shall live for a million of years
I will spend ninety nine thousand years
Looking over you without showing any sign of tiredness
I know I cannot pay you back
Even the smoke that makes you smell
The heat that makes you sweat
●Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim is a Nigerian poet and playwright. He writes from Gombe state, Nigeria.
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