In my mothers tongue words twist
words like hope mean "Okwukwe"
now that means everlasting and she is
my mother dear for she understands "okwukwe"
she understand every word
like a knight would his sword
like an Eagle understands the wind
as for me call me a tender boy
for am my mother's son
the fifth amidst her seeds
a virtuous woman she is
one ordinary day father called
"there is no telling the age of the sun
she is amazing as she looks
and as she is in your science books"
then he swore by heaven
how much she mean to us then
while he Northward roamed
mama held on for us
she washed and combed
my stubborn hair and Tom
grew amazingly rich
Rose turned thirty and left
Joan found a school where she could teach
as for Mark he had his garage set
You are one of a kind mother
without you there is no other