SILAS OLAOYIN ABAYOMI
THE
WOMB: A HOME LIKE NONE.
It may
look inauspicious every time,
you may
not give attention to it,
it may
not be a drawing-card for
every
woman;
regardless,
a sanctuary
it has
been for ages.
A
spread-on mat for lovers-
more
so, a home every
living
creature at one
time lived;
a home yet
un-born generation
will
hire for nine months-
a
spacious home-room or
classroom
every child begins life.
A home with
a single door-
serving
both as entrance and exit,
a home
without window,
nevertheless,
it is neither cold
nor
hot;
a home
without electricity,
yet, it
doesn’t experience
power
outage.
A home
without pipe-borne water
but
fitted with complex
circulatory
system-
that supplies
oxygenated fluids to
its
tenant.
A
mobile home that expands
in size
to accommodates guest,
but
contracts as soon as the guest
leaves.
One of
the three homes-
man
lives,
the
smallest that no one
has
control upon,
but
providentially created.
Shall I
forget your-
protective
power?
In sun
and in rain-
your protective
hands are
always
seen,
even
when naked-
you
clothed me;
your
three-layer-mantle
neither
faded nor torn.
Forever-I
shall remain grateful
to you,
even if
advance age makes you
shrink
and become enfeeble-
you
will remain eternal treasure
of no
equal.
Forever,
I shall look onto
YOU-as
the only HOME that
SILAS OLAOYIN ABAYOMI
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