MY GOLD
Aesthetic, acerbic and assertive mother of mine Greatful Pride, who is suppose to be laudatory She gives me cares as care give to the eyes When am crying she is also is in deep grief Tease with me all the time and also provided for my cater
A cool mother become a prevail all over me A good mother came instead of livid She appear to me like a dove when am absurdist Verisimilitude mother in alive She pounce over my sickness She gurg everyday for me not to be ride
Today I saw her as my Greatful pride She takes my cases solemnly For us to be in elation not t in threnody She divulge me knowledge about past If I was shun anywhere, mother says try to emulate I now saw her as my angel of being alive You treated me to be great today
Remembering the past A day I sat under a baobab Busy looking around the beauty trees Mother is busy looking for me she later found me under the baobab and started a poem which says ''Child you must to be a winner'' Cause no ferocious no violence Just begging for God blessing And the God permanent grace All all all over you My great mother, my great pride Mother God bless you