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She Was A Mother Like None
She was a mother like none,
Mother like none lost to a distant land,
A mother who bred none of her own;
With love and care in hand,
She accepted the odds alone,
Natured and dared to rare,
But death, in jealousy, aroused,
Staired at her in dispare,
And took her life along to roam;
At midnight sight it alight,
And none could see the rite,
Tears of pain drove the night;
And wished my soul to join the flight,
In-loving memory, renders the desire,
To pay a visit to your world in rest;
But less grant thee my wish,
When time seeks not to offer her role.
© Ernest Osei Marfo
Mother like none lost to a distant land,
A mother who bred none of her own;
With love and care in hand,
She accepted the odds alone,
Natured and dared to rare,
But death, in jealousy, aroused,
Staired at her in dispare,
And took her life along to roam;
At midnight sight it alight,
And none could see the rite,
Tears of pain drove the night;
And wished my soul to join the flight,
In-loving memory, renders the desire,
To pay a visit to your world in rest;
But less grant thee my wish,
When time seeks not to offer her role.
© Ernest Osei Marfo
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