A Message For my Mother

A Message For my Mother

Today is Mothering Sunday in the UK and while I appreciate my mum every day, I decided to dedicate this post to her. She is a phenomenal woman. I admire all that she has achieved in life and I am so proud to call her mine. She’s amazing – no hyperbole, and I’m not the only one who sees it, see for yourself here.

The day these pictures were taken, I had her and this post in mind (as you’ll be able to tell at the end). I’ve had the first line of the poem below in my head for over a month and struggled to get what was in my head and my heart down on paper for fear of not doing her or the piece justice. I hope I succeeded.

Happy Mother’s Day mum.

I love you.

Faded Fault Lines

Sometimes, when I speak, my mother comes out.

Spontaneous cacophony I cannot control,

my trunk, encased in the fear of splintering your legacy,

coerced upright by transcendent heritage and pride;

tangible evidence that little brown girls fertilised by

faith, sacrifice, high expectations and love can

germinate into formidable forests, like you.

I am my mother’s daughter.

Effusive wisdom weeping from the walls of my mouth,

words regurgitated for hungry ears, you

are the lullaby I will never tire of singing,

the unhinged arms I will never exhaust faltering in to

when my shape-shifting confidence turns Judas,

seismic shifting fact from good judgment,

you cement my fault lines with truth.

Thank you for marrying a man who fair-traded

your heart and surname for his, for underpinning

our family foundation with scripture in preparation

for the nights when my stammering palms clatter,

reminiscent of strong, boiling pots with loose lids

and they struggle to embrace one another to pray.

Thank you,

for living boldly in your truth and teaching by doing,

for all that you are and all that I know you will be,

thank you.

So, when the day eventually comes for you to go home

and I am left to eulogise your accolades,

there will be no metaphor sturdy enough to swaddle

my breaking heart but my centre will hold because

you built our foundation on scripture

and I am my mother’s daughter.

I will make mirrors of my eyes

for my children to see that their grandmother

was a gift

I never wanted to return, you mum,

are a gift,

that I never want to return.

© Assumpta Ozua 2015

7 Comments

  1. Zyvu
    March 15, 2015 / 12:34 pm

    Amazing poem!!
    The imagery though…. You have an amazing talent
    Your mum is a blessing.
    Love the outfit too and great pictures.

    • March 15, 2015 / 12:58 pm

      Thank you Zyvu.
      I really appreciate your kind comments.
      She truly is a blessing to me and all who know her (yours is too!)

  2. christcouture
    March 15, 2015 / 2:28 pm

    I smiled so much reading this. You are so gifted and your mum must be so proud of you. As will your own children be of you one day. Let the legacies live on xx

    • March 15, 2015 / 2:32 pm

      Amen! Thank you so much.
      Your children will also be very proud of their fabulous mum! x

  3. March 16, 2015 / 2:16 pm

    This is such a beautiful post!
    Thank you for sharing it with the rest of us.
    And you look STUNNING by the way, fire!

    • March 18, 2015 / 12:31 pm

      Thank you so much Dana – your kind words really mean a lot.
      Thank you for reading! I really enjoy your blog! x

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