Anamnesis About Mama - Prince Mensah

mama is a seer of things, she is a hearer
of things - she says deep things


under mammatus clouds, I reminisce
many, many scenes:
some fading, some fond, some found in
pain, some painted with laughter –
your life is a tapestry of triumphs,
your love is a mosaic of meanings –
I look through the past and each picture
contains facets of your preeminence –
I am proud to be your child,
I love you, Mama

mama is a seer of things, she is a hearer
of things - she says deep things


as a child, amidst mammary comforts,
I found acceptance in you -
the world can be cold but Mama’s arms
are always warm, always comforting –
I was a maumet to discard your warnings;
the old ones make sense now, the new
guide me on my life-path – they are lamps,
they are lights whenever darkness comes –
you are a never-ending blessing to me –
I love you, Mama

mama is a seer of things, she is a hearer
of things - she says deep things


my mind is filled with your many voices -
mother: fighter, provider and guide,
mother: my first love, my dove, my ride
to earth and beyond -
true were your prophecies about friendships,
you are prescient and precise –
there were times I did murmur at
discipline, times when I fought
hard against your truths
but I love you, Mama

mama is a seer of things, she is a hearer
of things - she says deep things


eloquence cannot do justice
to your strength and elegance –
early in life, I found inspiration
in your dignity and abilities
and I mammer each time I remember
your resolve against dire circumstance -
my eyes are full of tears (yes, happy tears)
to see that there are no more fears
in your beautiful eyes -
I love you, Mama

mama is a seer of things, she is a hearer
of things - she says deep things


I love you, Mama
I love you, Mama, for loving me when I was an idea
I love you, Mama, for the nurture of nine months
I love you, Mama, for the love, the lectures and the lessons
I love you, Mama, for letting me be your child,
for not letting me run wild and for training me,
for allowing me to intrude on your dreams,
for including me in your plans for life -
whenever you cross my mind, only one word comes up –
love - true love, agape love
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Prince Mensah is a regular contributor and Associate Editor here at OGOV.

6 comments:

Philip Addo said...

Without any doubt;Mama helped you cooked this beautiful poem before it was served to us. I love everything about it especially the refrain:
"mama is a seer of things, she is a hearer of things - she says deep things"

Thanks for helping us say thank you to our Mums.

JABULANI MZINYATHI said...

thanks to all mothers.beautiful work noted. ah prince what happened to 'whispers in the wings'? still waiting to get copies as per your undertaking

Darko Antwi said...

A memorable one for mothers. Welldone Prince.

Prince Mensah said...

Thank you, Jabulani, Philip and Darko - Mothers deserve the best literature.

Jabulani - You shall be receiving your copies soon

Darko - We need to see more of your poems. I'd love to review some of them

Philip - Thank you for visiting this blog. Please make yourselve at home here. Comment, critique and contribute. Thanks

Darko Antwi said...

Thanks Prince. I'm working on a few of them for submission. It wont be long, sir.

JABULANI MZINYATHI said...

prince my new postal address is masvingo magistrates court box 326 masvingo , zimbabwe. let us keep the poetry alive