My Son,
i want to know,
why i died like a poor woman,
While i had a son like you.
My son,
I wanted to bless you before i died,
but now i have gone with my blessings.
My breakfast,
My lunch,
And my dinner,
was one of my challenges when i was alive,
but you spent money to cook all types foods,
meats and different types of drinks on my burial day.
My son,
you choose to spread and rubbed,
my dead body with costly fragrance,
while i was using groundnut oil as my favourite cream.
You dressed my corpse with expensive cloth,
while it was difficult to buy a wrapper for me.
When my corpse was in the mortuary,
You came to check on me from time to time,
You care about my corpse,
than when i was alive why?.
The most painful thing,
Is the kind of expensive coffin you put my corpse,
while i lived in an uncompleted house when i was alive.
When you were young,
i starved for you to eat and be satisfied,
i wore 1 cloth in order to provide enough clothes for you,
i thought you would take care of me when i grow old.
You completed the house,
painted it,
and cleared the compound in one week,
just to celebrate my corpse.
Now you wrote a tribute to me,
saying "mama, i love you so much, rest in peace",
while i died with a broken heart.
Finally my son,
i wrote this to remind you,
that there is no other person,
that loves a child like a mother,
May God forgive you,
My dearest son.
©kevoo
K