July Online Open Mic
How peaceful and soothing the embrace of a mother! O.Yemi Tubi uniquely captures this motherly bond with his vibrant painting and poetry. Also, don’t miss his other poem on not fearing death.
MY MOTHER
My Mother the colourful Rose
In our household
Emitting the aroma
of love and care.
The sweat of her brow,
the nutrient of our youth.
Her nectar nourished
and nurtured our growth.
My Mother the busy Bee
Of our household.
Travelled far and near
Collecting nectar
for the care of the family
Proverbs 31 woman
She surpassed
My Mother the aged Rose
Of the family
Baby now she became
In need of love and care.
We her petals, may we be
her garments of warm and care
In this her sunset years
My Mother the aging Rose
Looking homewards bound.
Awaiting the call to glory.
When her sun finally sets
the call to glory she capitulated
We her petals, Almighty God I plead
Us enabled to bid her adieu
With pomp and pageantry
A befitting honour that due for her.
Death is not a Woe
Death is not woe, For those in
Christ they trust Beautiful
butterfly, From dead caterpillar
emerge, Heaven’s glory, no
one can see. If in the body of
clay remain.
When this body of clay is shed, The glory
of heaven revealed To those washed in
the blood of the lamb.
Death is an exit From the world of
aches and pains. An entrance to the
glory we long to see.
Do not wail, do not fret. Your
loved one on Christ’s bosom Laid
rejoicing.
Artist:
O.Yemi Tubi
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