SOLITARY MOTHER OWÓLỌLÁ ÀJÚLÉKÚN Solitary and pensive, Aching, tired limbs, Yet, buoyed by the sea, And wave of needs. She stirs from restless sleep, To the caw of mother-bird, To quell the harsh rain, That shreds her girdles of hopes. In her...



SOLITARY MOTHER OWÓLỌLÁ ÀJÚLÉKÚN Solitary and pensive, Aching, tired limbs, Yet, buoyed by the sea, And wave of needs. She stirs from restless sleep, To the caw of mother-bird, To quell the harsh rain, That shreds her girdles of hopes. In her...