my mother’s womb
is Noah’s Ark
in which I was saved.

my mother’s womb
is the burning bush
it engulfed Moses
it engulfed me but
did not consume me.

her breast milk
the waters of The Nile
on whose banks I lie
and built me a home

in the absence of my father, she feeds me
she restores my soul
how fortunate I am
to have someone to call a mother,
with her presence I am safe
like the lilies of Sharon

Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

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