PANEGYRIC: "MY EARLIEST AND REALEST" BY AJAKAYE STRIDA

My Mother!

My pillow of my heart,

the medicine of my depression,

the light of my voice,

the Queen of my wealth,

I love you more than I can explain,

your name rings in my ears

even more than I breathe in and out.

My Mother!!

The drummer of my steps in life,

the holy ghost of my movement,

the pillow that sharpens my confidence,

when the night threatens my brightness,

you are my night stars,

even when I need some privacy,

I see you peeping via care and calls.

My Mother!!!

Mother of my Most Loved Ones (siblings),

you are as special as water to existence,

your worth to me is a timeless feeling.

Your voice announces peace in me,

your palms are health-driven

as time is uniquely-driven,

Adunni, I am your own!

My Mother!!!!

If only I am wealthy,

wealthy than the huge pocket of Maami,

this wealth would worship you. 

I will parade your contributions in my life

before every screen of the globe,

till my last breath

I will appreciate you. 

© RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA... guiding you to striking confidence in academic and creative writing!

2024

- Nigeria 

The speaker appreciates and praises her mother for the latter's ceaseless support and attention towards the former. The poet persona portrays her mother as a wealthy and rich woman. Yet, the voice prays to be wealthier than her mother so that the latter can enjoy more than she has contributed to her life.