In Homage to Mothers

GOD THOUGHT OF MOTHER

God, could not be in every place,
With loving hands to help erase
The teardrops from each baby’s face
And so He thought of Mother

He could not send us here alone
And leave us to a fate unknown
Without providing for His own
The outstretched hands of Mother

God could not watch us night and day
And kneel beside your crib and pray
Or kiss our little aches away
And so he sent us Mother

And when our childhood days begun
He simply could not take command
That’s why he placed our little hand
Securely into Mother’s

The days of youth slipped quickly by
Life’s sun rose higher in the sky
Full grown were we, yet even nigh
To love us still was Mother

And when life’s span of years shall end
I know that God will gladly send
To welcome home her child again
That ever faithful Mother.

George W. Wiseman


Well, well, well, finally I made the move…..to join the blogosphere, after several prodding’s, and not so subtle hints from my colleagues, especially my dearest officemate and friend, Nana.

Having decided to take the plunge, I am inspired by the many commercials on air these last few weeks advertising all sorts of scintillating deals and activities in honour of the upcoming Mother’s Day. By the way, can someone tell me exactly what date this Mother’s Day falls on?

I find that in the rush to advertise our projects and make a few cedis in the name of providing people with the means to honour their Mother’s, we often loose sight of the real thing – which to me should be a sober reflection and appreciation of all that our Mother’s have been and still are to us.

How many of us would have been completely lost without the loving guidance of our Mother’s? How many of us, even now, rely on our Mother’s to go through the whole exercise of mothering over and over again – looking after us, and our children – the never ending cycle of mothering.

To my mind, there is never really any amount we could ‘pay’ to compensate them for the time, and energy they put into supporting us. And for me, I am not sure that any Mother ever expects to be paid back for these services, except in terms of them seeing us and our children grow up to become responsible citizens and delighting in our successes.

And so, on this Mother’s Day (When is it please…) I dedicate the poem above which someone sent me a couple of years ago on Mother’s Day, to all Mother’s……and say…We love you our Mother’s, May you live long to see the fruits of your labour bloom…HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Joan Koomson
Donor Liaison Officer
African Women’s Development Fund.