'Payback Is A Mother Lover'

Don't be foolish and wait until Mother's Day to express your love and

appreciation for her. This is one of the most important writings I have

ever been inspired with. It is dedicated to my mother as an expression of

my love and dedication to her when she was showing the beginning signs of

dementia which transitioned into Alzheimer's. It is my hope that it

touches the heart of those who still have their mother to inspire you to

love her while you can because when she is gone it will be too late. Hug

her, kiss her, be patient with her, forgive her, listen to her and always

show her that you love her. Even if you live to be 1000, you will always be

your mother's child and will yearn for her like you are a baby when she is

no longer here with you. You only get 1 mother. The first decision the

creator made about you was that she would be the vessel thru which He would

bring you into the world. She should always be respected and honored as

this is the first commandment with a promise that you will live a full

life. Momma always told me that.. Please tell her what she needs to hear,

ask her what you want to know, and give her what she is due because she

will not be able to hear your words or smell and see the flowers you place

on her casket. I was fortunate to have been to been there for my mother as

expressed in this poem. You don't want to be caught withholding what is due

to your mother and she passes away. You better do it NOW or you will be

singing the "If I coulda, woulda, shoulda" song.

“PAYBACK IS A MOTHER LOVER” (A Poem For My Mother, Mrs. Earnestine Carraway

Jackson)

Copyright 2008 By: “THE PO’ FOLK’S POET, Mr. Marion Obafemi

And Inspired by God

While flipping through the pages in the memory book of my mind

I discovered something strange about this thing called time.

I saw where you nursed me, burped me and watched me as I grew

When I pressed rewind, on this thing called time, I noticed a change in you.

With every passing day, as the sun shinned in my face, I began to bud and

grow tall

But, time has taken its toll, on this once vibrant rose, whose pedals have

begun to fall.

Your hair is like leaves, that fall from the trees, and lose color as the

seasons change

It is as grey as the skies, when the tears from God’s eyes, pour from the

clouds like rain.

The bone in your back, made a home out of this shack, and was our source of

strength

Carrying the weight of this world, with 5 boys and 4 girls, explains why

now it’s bent.

One thing you told me, to shape and mold me, and influence the things I do

Is that you reap what you sow, and lies can’t grow, if the seed you planted

is true.

You robbed Pete to pay Paul, no mountain was too tall, for you when we

called for help

The least I can do, is the same for you, in the time that we have left.

Now that the tables have turned, let me show what I’ve learned, as I

watched you through the years

I have received your love and your time, your patience so kind, now it’s my

turn to give.

Whether it’s bad or good, it must be understood, that you get paid for the

things you do

You planted a good seed, by doing your good deeds, now sit back and enjoy

the fruit.

Since Mother Nature and Father Time have joined forces with the wind

To slow down your step, affect your health, so now you wear depends.

I’ll be changing your pampers, and washing the dirty clothes in the hamper,

like you did for me back then

I’ll be flapping your jacks like Aunt Jemima and cooking rice like Uncle

Ben.

I’ll clean your house, put food in your mouth, and be eyes for you to see

I’ll give you my last, even give you a bath, just like you did for me.

When it’s time to be fed, I’ll eat the crust of the bread, take the beans

and I’ll take the juice

You ate scraps for food, wore hand-me down shoes, now I’m doing the same

for you.

I’ll defend you when you’re weak, be quiet while you’re sleep, I’ll wash

and comb your hair

I’ll say you’re right when you’re wrong, sit with you all night long, to

show how much I care.

If your fire loses its spark, and your day gets dark, I’ll brighten it with

a smile

When others get weary, or the path gets dreary, I’ll be there for every

mile.

You have worked in God’s vineyard and served with all your might

He said that He would give pay for the things that you do right.

He didn’t tell us when we will get paid, where we will get paid or how

I’ll do my best to try to express the feelings that I have now.

What’s done in the dark must come to light and we’ll know what’s under the

cover

You get what you give, you die as you live, and

“PAYBACK IS A MOTHER LOVER”.