Lucy's baby

Some Days I wonder If you were just like me

Not a mother with 100 responsibilities, just a child wandering free

It’s hard to believe once upon a time nobody called you mummy

You were daughter, sister, ore, maybe someone’s “baby”

Then on a Sunday 2 decades past you became my manual

I was yours to steward, my life’s lenses

In charge of teaching each 5 senses

You still had your own path to navigate

Shielding me an addition to your fate

Some may say you did not entirely get it right

But all that really mattered was I knew wrong from right

Present in all my first laughs, tears and fights

A world without you seemed inconceivable

Yet with God I learned grief does not always mean miserable

In the April of 2014 you would pass

Then I’d be forced to bear the burden of our last’s

Laughs, tears and mma gi nlas

On this birthday, I look back grateful

That you got a break from a world spun unstable

Everyone’s so obsessed in taking

There are few I know who love like you, unforsaken

As I get older,, I catch glimpses of you

It’s in the way I talk, get dressed and chew

“Omo Igbo” no concerns, just amala

Who’s going to tell her?

Someday she’ll be a mummy too

I really hope I can love her just like you.