Lyrically – Coat of many colours

   Last Sunday was Mothering Sunday in the Anglican communion and I’ve started several posts to celebrate my mother but I’ve never been able to complete any of them. You see, my mother isn’t just “the best mother in the world”. She’s an enigma, impossible to describe, impossible to decipher. One thing I can confidently tell you about my very beautiful mother is that she loves music, my love for music comes directly from her.

   I grew up with music blaring from her cassette player, played under her watchful eye while she sang her favourite songs. My mummy also knew all the words to her songs, yes she’s the reason I love looking up lyrics and posting them here. One of the defining memories I have of my mother was of her singing Dolly Parton’s coat of many colours to me and telling me the story behind the song. I was barely five years old when I asked her about the song, I thought it was about Joseph and I guess I was curious about how Joseph’s story inspired the song she liked to sing whenever she fried plantains. That day she pulled me to her lap and sang the song slowly to me and we both cried a little (I cried because she was crying 😉 I admit to nothing more.)

Coat of many colours.
Back through the years
I go wonderin’ once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I do recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn’t have a coat
And it was way down in the fog
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin’ every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
While mama sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn’t wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn’t understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
I even told ’em of the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn’t understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me.

Young as I was, I recognised that it was a love song from my mother to me. I certainly gave my mother many gray hairs in my teenage years, I was the worst type of teenager- the quiet, rebellious child who knew everything. Somehow she managed to love me through those tempestuous times, her love never wavered even when she didn’t understand me and when I rejected everything I’d known. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to love a child like the teenage me, to hold on even when your own child pushed you away time and again.

  I’m glad we’re best friends today and I’m beyond blessed to call her mother

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5 Comments

  1. MOTHERS they are always priceless… God bless them for us jare.
    I once told you that your spiritual eyes comes from your mum, shea you can see it now baa? lol.
    She has equipped you well enough; courage and face it… you will be a great mother too, maybe greater… yes now mami.

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  2. Its a special thing to be a mother. No mother would trade it for anything else. Those who aren’t would trade everything for it, if only they knew…….?!

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  3. Mothers are truly awesome and your mom in particular totally that ilk. You always said she was very peaceful as a child and you were the reverse. Think about it: she’s seen both sides on the spectrum and will be more than happy to guide you on your mothering journey…and by the way there’s also Tibbs…:-D

    PS: did you know that Canada’s official phone number is 1-800-O-CANADA and “Bae” is the Danish word for Hot smelly thick “poop”?(Emphasis mine)

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