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Our Fathers (Who We Become)
Words of our fathers teach us wisdom
Beyond the times of read and write
In oral tradition they bestow on us
Tenets and principles that guide our lives
Ways of our Fathers pave our future
Their reputation precede our coming
Their honorable ways insure our honor
Their courage and blessings lead us on
The memories of our fathers stay with us
Through the course and journeys of life
Identity of the child is passed by the father
Through tenets and culture bestowed along
The care of our fathers nurture our lives
Through trials and travails life present
They carve a niche so that we might live
And who we are is who they’ve been
Deep in us they leave their presence
But we on our own must find our ways
To leave our mark and gifts of life
In the lives of generations yet to come
Epilogue:
The fatherless have become the father never had
As the fathered have become like the father had
And the childless have become father to others
For deep in us lives the substance of the fathers
Oliver O. Mbamara
Poems of Freedom © June 20, 2010 All Rights Reserved
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In Loving Stride
(Dedicated to all Mothers)
My presence came with joyful pain
And sickened her mornings
And for nine months or so
She would deal with it
But in loving stride she took it all
As I formed and grew
I changed her figure
And weakened her joints
And hampered her movement
But in loving stride she took it all
For nine months or so,
I changed the manner of her lifestyle
Inside of her, I lived in warmth
I turned and kicked, and even played
But in loving stride she took it all
God’s loving hand was there to help
My tender being was so pampered
With care and protection so needed
I was fed and nourished well indeed
And in loving stride she took it all
And when the day finally came
Her water broke, but she was strong,
Screamed in pain, but she was strong,
Until I came out breathing and crying
And in Loving stride she took it all.
And as I grew, she was there for me
As I learned this life, to walk and talk
And she was there, as I went to school
From childhood, puberty, and even more
And in loving stride MOTHER took it all.
Oliver O. Mbamara
Poems of Freedom © May 9, 2010 All Rights Reserved
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