…at midnight You arrived home
wearing Your tiredness like a coat
after a seventeen hour shift
I rode you like a donkey to the hospital and the next morning, you were back to work while I found healing.
They might not know, but mother, you are the one who always lifted us no matter how low we were.
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Su’eddie Vershima Agema is the author of 3 poetry collections and a short story collection. He won the Association of Nigerian Authors Joint Prize for Poetry 2014. He can be reached on Twitter @sueddieagema


Memories indeed. I remember mother, too.
Su’eddie, don’t you think a Mother would have being God’s mistake if she were never created?
May the years bow for every good mother out there.
Indeed, the absence would have been most present if ever such a thing happened… We thank God for the grace he gave us to have them. May they always find grace, peace and contentment in the walks of our lives. Truly, Mother reigns supreme – Nneka. May the years bow, Innocence, may the years bow for every mother out there like the palms to the wind. The years will bow.