Red Room Blog
14th May 2017
Unlocked Poems: On Mothers & Motherhood
By Kristy Wan
The excerpts below are from poems created with Red Room Poetry's Unlocked program. Unlocked finds poets and hip-hop artists in prisons running intensive creative, self-expression literacy programs that help inmates write their stories, share their stories and reconnect with their own communities. Find out more »
These selected poems all contain themes of motherhood. Of being mothers as well as sons and daughters. Mothers' Day is usually a celebration to honour mothers and their influence on their children and society as a whole. For these students, conversations with their mothers or children might be more difficult. Unlocked gave them the opportunity to work with poets and express these emotions, and many more.
Across the yard it's a foot race to the phone
Punch my pin number in and I hear the dial tone
Call Mum for some news from my people at home
To numb the feeling, the feeling of being alone
I live in the footsteps of the elders
My blood runs thick through my veins
From my mother and father
Like the creeks and the rivers of my land
If motherhood was a mountain
And daughters were flowers
I could sit all day & watch
Mum broken-hearted, I was a full time Clown.
Missed all the warning signs, can’t stop me now
Proud + loud, no telling me now, I’m too tall
Reality hits when I’m behind a steal door
Got to make the call:
“Sorry Mum”. I ran into a brick wall.
I come to your grave,
flowers in hand.
A big kiss
on your head stone
I love you mum.
I am sorry.
The cold hard sky brings the cold hard wind
Brings me back to the things I did
I bring my Mum shame but she’s not to blame
My babies are no longer here,
However they do exist.
They just live in heaven now,
as angels with wings.
With God I know they’re smiling,
watching from above.
Soon I will make them proud,
Mummy’s just doing it tough.
It is something I learnt
with out being taught
in all the world
there is no other to take
the place of my dear Mother.
you have a beautiful heart and you are a beautiful woma
an’ I wish you were still here for this hard time I’m going through,
just like you always was.
~ from ‘MUM’ by Ronald H
I am no longer lost for now soon
to be again a mother but for now
a girl – a little girl that’s to be mine