Tag: mum

Mama

The world is wide and filled with borrowed things,
With pale stars losing heart and roads that end,
But you are the original, the source,
The porch light in the dark I first learned to love.
I find you in the breath between the chimes,
The tether of your hand upon the spinning world,
Turning the tremor of the crowd to song,
And making sense of all I cannot say.

Your name, Aleq
sounds like water over stone,
An ancient music in the blood.
You taught me that a heart is not a cage,
But a wide window looking toward the sun,
You gave me wings so I could learn to fly,
And held the string so I would not get lost
Among the stars or in the trackless forests.

To love a mother is to know the truth,
That grace is not a gift we ever earn,
But a long shadow cast by someone’s soul.
I stand within that light and find my way,
Carrying your strength like a hidden coin,
Wealthy in the ways that truly matter.
You are the anchor in the shifting tide,
The only compass I will ever need.

@doddyokelo

Light of My Days

There are many names for a woman,
but none that speak your fullness,
you are dawn in its first whisper of gold,
a soft psalm wrapped in morning light,
a cathedral of calm where my heart kneels,
finding faith again in the sound of your voice.

You walk as if the earth remembers your kindness;
flowers lift their faces in your passing.
Your laughter, a river that knows its way home,
sculpts joy across the landscape of our days.
Even silence becomes sacred when shared with you,
for you breathe poetry into the air itself.

Once, you were a girl with suns in her eyes,
and the world crowned you mother,
not with jewels, but with gentle burdens,
and you bore them like grace itself.
Your hands stitched comfort into chaos,
turning hunger into hope, noise into hymn.

In your eyes, I have seen God’s tender art,
the patience of oceans, the courage of storms.
You are the soft peace that follows heartbreak,
the reason broken wings learn to fly again.
Your love has been both shelter and sword,
cutting fear from the edges of my name.

Every word I’ve ever spoken carries your echo,
each dream is scented faintly with your prayers.
You are the unseen flow in my becoming,
the quiet architect of my strength.
When I stumbled, you became the ground beneath me,
steady, forgiving, endlessly near.

What language could ever hold your worth?
What poet could bind your light in ink?
You are not to be described, but felt,
like rain, or grace, or home after exile.
And so, I do not thank you with words,
but with the life you helped me build.

Here’s to you, Mum,
keeper of warmth, bearer of mornings,
woman of endless tomorrows.
May joy drape you like silk at sunrise,
and time bow gently before your smile.
You are every beautiful thing I know.

Happy Birthday,
for the world grew softer the day you were born,
and I have been blessed to call its miracle Mother.

@doddyokelo