As the season of thanksgiving approaches I have been spending some time writing about things that I am grateful for. The one thing I appreciate most in my life is the blessing of a dear mother who has loved, supported and cared for me throughout the course of my life. There is nothing in this world quite like a mother's unconditional love. This article contains a poem that celebrates and gives thanks for the gift of a mother's love as told through the eyes of a daughter. It is part of a collection of mother's poems and gifts of appreciaton for mothers that I am working on. I do not think I will ever be able to put into words the depth of my gratitude and love for my mother but this is one of my attempts to do so. I am forever thankful and appreciative of the blessing of a wonderful and loving mother. Orio mama (Thank-you Mother in the African Luhya language).

Narrative Poem About a Mother's Love
By Injete Chesoni

My mother has a pot
That sits over the stove
With multiple eyes
That watch my every move
A lot like my mother watches over me
It is an odd little pot that is quite eerie

One day I decided to ask my mother the story
behind her little pot of mystery
She sat at the kitchen table
And took me up on her knee
Then put the pot in front of us
And began to tell me its history

When I was a young woman
A little older than you
My mother came home one evening
With a package wrapped up in blue
She called me into her kitchen
And I sat on the floor
She gazed down at me
and handed me the package much to my glee
I tore off the blue wrapper expecting to find
Baubles or jewels of some kind
Instead I found this odd little pot
With scary blue eyes gazing up at me

My mother sensing my dismay
As I put the odd little pot away
Smiled her gentle smile
And said in her loving way
I know you don’t understand this gift my child
But you will one day
And on that strange note she rose
and strode over to the stove
To begin cooking our supper

I stomped out of the kitchen with my odd little pot
And tossed it in the corner wishing it would rot
Many years later after my mother died
Is when I finally realized
That the pot was her way of letting me know
She would always be watching over me
with a loving glow
Stored in the eyes of the pot
that she gave me so long ago.

I looked up at my mother as the tears rolled down her face.
That’s the end of the story she said.
I reached up for the pot
And caught her teardrops
As they slowly fell off her face
And for the first time
I saw the pot with different eyes
It was a pot of love
and a mother’s pride.

This is a poem of thanksgiving dedicated to my mother, Mary Aherwa Chesoni, for her love and support over the years. From a collection of Mothers Poems, Mother Daughter Poems, Narrative Poems and Story Poems by Injete Chesoni.

1. Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers and have remained so, in circles joined to circles, since time began. - Signe Hammer
2. God intended motherhood to be a relay race. Each generation would pass the baton on to the next. - Mary Pride
3. I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
4. From the time I was a child I wanted to be like my mother. Not necessarily an actress—I never dreamed I'd have the courage. But an active, volatile woman like she was. - Isabella Rossellini
5. What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be. - Helen Claes
6. A daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self. - Author Unknown
7. Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be. - Clementine Paddleford
8. My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. - Graycie Harmon
9. Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. - Marion C. Garretty, quoted in A Little Spoonful of Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul
10. I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. - Adabella Radici

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