My Mother by Ann Taylor
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care,
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My first recollection of my mum was when she and my Dad took me to start kindergarten when I was about two years old. I remembered this one room creche - or so I thought, I'm sure it would have had other rooms for the toilets and kitchen. I remembered my parents on either side, walking me into this room full of other children little like me.
I looked at them with curiosity. I was handed over to this smiling woman who spoke with my parents. The next thing I knew my parents turned away and walked out of the door. That was when I let out a mighty cry. End of recollection.
The first ten years of my life was one of cocoon in my parent love, feeling safe and secure. My bits and pieces of recollection of that time was of my mum being the one that I go to for feeding, clothing, training and of course she was the one that dished out the discipline - you commit the crime, you do the punishment. My father though was around and visible but he was my source of pride - handsome, rich, well known soft spoken hardly shouted at me. Outside my home, it was my father's name that people knew me by and of which I boasted about.
But it was my mother who was the foundation of my life during that period and throughout my childhood. She was the rock of our family, the glue that held it all together. Even now, as all her children are now parents and as a grandparent, she is still the cord that holds the family in place with love, peace and unity. She is the blessing that God has deposited in our lives even before we were born
Adunni - An authorized biography is a celebration of my mother's life and a legacy for her descendants.