CredoPoets; Wakdok, Samuel Stephen
Mama is fifty
The world is sending congratulatory messages
My elder siblings are dinning and wining
They are celebrating mama’s age,
They bought lipstick to adorn her lips
New clothes to wear on her
My sisters even sewed theirs
My uncles are busy popping champagne.
Mama is fifty
Everyone is happy for her
Even the sun seems to be smiling from afar
As the rains walk southwards to give us room
I look around and see everyone dancing and jubilating
Thanking God for her life.
When I stare into mama’s loving eyes what I see are misty clouds.
I know why mama is sad on her birthday.
Mama has attained the golden age but with wooden legs.
And my family members who took away the gold in her
Are the very ones dancing more than ever.
Mama is fifty
At fifty our mother is wooden not golden.
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