Intro: Nne m, Ezigbo nne m, mummy, mumiiiiii, mama, mmilimma, mother…

If I could recall the day you gave birth to me
Aaah, Eeeh, you must have cried for me to be
You took me up in your arms and gave me suck
The life – giving milk freely flowed without a buck

As I grew up, you pondered, watched and taught
Ready to guide and caution when the webs caught
When I fell ill you carried me on your gentle back
Off to the hospital you trekked without a pack

With such overflowing love for me displayed
How can I ever repay for the role you played?
You taught me love, giving and compassion
Never to live in the present without the passion

You advised on friends, you talked of women!
“Two things ruin a man”, you said, “Wine and women”! (the 2 Ws)
How can I ever let you down throughout this livelihood?
For ‘tis because of you I respect and value womanhood.

© 2007 echelon


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