Poems by Abimbola T. Alabi

You pass off as no big deal
Lots of splendid, gracious acts.
Friends like you are rare indeed;
That is just a simple fact.

You've done it once again,
Put a sparkly glow in my day.
Your kindness meant more to me
Than these words can convey.

A trusty, kindly soul
You've always been from the start.
Helping out behind the scene,
That is what sets you apart.

I really appreciate what you did;
I know you didn't have to.
Though you made no big deal of it,
I'd like to say a big thank you.

She does her battles quietly,
For her kids, on her knees.
Spending many sleepless nights,
So our lives can be with ease.

She takes on our troubles,
While leaving her own behind.
In the midst of stress and strain,
Will still manage to be kind.

She is a calming presence,
For acquaintances far and near.
Will be sought to settle issues,
Whenever hot tempers flare.

She is that ray of sunshine,
Making our home bright and warm.
She is that steady anchor,
When life seems a raging storm.

Easy strength runs in her frame,
Tenderness, within her core.
No matter how little she gets,
Always giving more and more.

She never needs a sidekick,
Fancy clothes really aren't her thing.
But mummy is a superhero,
A magnificent human being.

I thought I knew colors.
Aren't they red, green and blue? 
I know white, black and grey, 
Purple, pink and yellow too. 

And yet a lady stared at me, 
Like I committed some crime; 
A cloth I thought was green, 
She sniffed and said was lime. 

One dress I said was blue, 
My little sister called turquoise. 
I accepted the mild rebuke, 
I didn't really have a choice. 

A rug was declared taupe, 
When all I saw was brown.
Did auntie call her decor plum? 
Well, now they've got a clown.

Sky blue and navy blue, 
I'd tell apart in a blink. 
But what on earth is fuchsia, 
How is it different from pink? 

Ladies love being precise, 
With every shade, tint and hue. 
How they do this with such flair, 
I still do not have a clue.