Her Name Is Mama

by | May 7, 2022 | Poetry

Let’s celebrate the excellent mother. Extol her worth
Artwork by Jo Scott

“She is clothed with strength and dignity;
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. (Proverbs 31:26-31).

“Her Name Is Mama”

When God created Mama
He knew just what I’d need-
A pair of folded hands
and a couple of bended knees.
Eyes stretched toward heaven,
tears flowing softly down cheeks.

Yes, when God fashioned mama
He did the best making indeed.

He wrapped up soul care
in a flesh and bone frame,
Filled it with wisdom
and gave Mama as her name.
On the days, I’m tempted to be
foolish and rush ahead to my shame.

Mama’s on her knees praying,
Commanding angels all the same.

She’s busy rebuking demons
and telling Satan,
he’s got to flee.
Demanding that the evil one
“loose her child in Jesus’ name;
let that child go free.”

Dreaming, shaping, molding,
and teaching are Mama’s ways.

Who will celebrate my success?
Encourage me even in defeat?
Who’s gonna wipe my eyes?
Who’s gonna clean my skinned knees?
None but Mama is there
my pain to ease.

Whether rejected, forgotten, or ignored
Mama’s door always stands open for sure.

Although I’m no longer a child
small enough to climb on Mama’s lap,
I’m assured of this one fact-
when God bent to design a person
who’d embody devotion in longevity
He chose Mama to meet that need.