THE FOLLOWING POEM is very special to me. One fine day I was in my room doing my assignments while some 50 meters away from my room, mothers all throughout the city of Port Moresby were celebrating mothers’ day. Their guest speaker was the only woman parliamentarian – Lady Carol Kidu.
They celebrated their day with much energy and determination that those of us who were onlookers were forced to remember our mothers back in our respective villages. As I was pondering about my own lovely, precious, beautiful mother, descriptive words started forming in my mind.
So I started describing her as the hope for the family; someone who carries her family in her heart like a kangaroo carries her baby in her pouch. I then described how she wakes up very early each morning only to be seen in the garden.
Late in the afternoon she rushes back home after toiling in the garden to prepare dinner for the family and feed the animals. After having fed the family, she hangs around the fireplace waiting for her other family members to go to sleep so that she will be the last person to go to bed.
I further described how she keeps her house in order. She is satisfied when she sees that everyone is well fed and healthy. She is truly magnificent – a priceless jewel that can never be easily traded. However, the heart broken thing is: when she dies her chair will always be empty. No other woman – however beautiful she may be, she will never ever fit in well in a mother’s empty chair….
I read this poem to several friends of mine. Most of them shed warm tears. (Truly our mothers deserve our tears). I have one simple message I want to leave here for you: love your mother as she loves you.
Praise God for my beautiful, precious, wonderful, and lovely mother.
A mother is a crystal-clear spring,
Brings peace to her family.
A mother is a sparkling rose,
Brings hope to her family.
A mother is a pure white dove,
Brings joy to her family.
She always carries her family in her heart,
Like a kangaroo carrying her baby in her pouch.
She is the first person to wake up at crack of dawn,
And sees each day dawns.
She is the last person to go to bed,
So as only to wake up very early the next morning.
Each morning she makes sure that kaukau is
Always near the mantelpiece.
Each day in the scorching heat of the sun,
She always toils in the garden from sunrise to sunset.
Each afternoon she makes sure that
Food is always on the table
As ugly as she may appear to be or,
As aggressive as she may appear to be or,
As slow as she may appear to be or,
As unwise as she may appear to be;
She is still the best, for she always makes sure that food
Is on the table and house is in order.
Yet her importance is always condoned
Until when the mantelpiece is empty;
The chair is empty;
The house is in disorder.
Alas! But that is too late.
She has immersed into eternity – the land of never-return.
Warm tears may be shed and hearts may be broken,
But a mother cannot be replaced.
When she is around, she is the family’s
Crown of hope, peace and joy.
When she is gone for eternity – the land of never-return,
She leaves behind nothing but an empty chair and broken hearts
Mother, you are wonderful, loving, caring, peaceful and forgiving.
Mother, forgive me for inflicting on you an unbearable pain at birth.
Mother, forgive me for parasitizing utterly on your body as a baby.
Mother, forgive me for urinating and excreting on your laps as a baby.
Mother, forgive me for embarrassing you in public as a baby.
Mother, just forgive me for being a naughty boy.
Mother, you are a magnificent gift from God purposely for me.
Thanks mother for having a room for me always in your heart.
Thanks mother for mentioning my name each time you pray.
Thanks mother for your never-ending love for me.
Thanks mother for how wonderful you are to me.
Thanks Lord for my beautiful mother.
David Gonol is a lawyer in his third year of practice. He graduated from UPNG law school in 2009 and is now working with the court registry as an Assistant Registrar