A Mother is like a fountain,
From whose streams love flow unending,
Drowning even the best of swimmers in her vastness,
And Unlike the Nile, she is a river of all seasons.

Flowing without ceasing, never experiencing dryness
For the love in her dower is limitless
Transcending the borders of the finite into infinity

Deep within her an inferno rages,
And it is this flame of passion that flows through her vein,
That deep sitting keg of gunpowder,
Waiting to go off when a child faces danger.

A mother is a child's true best friend,
It is she who lights up your path through the darkest of nights,
Holding your feeble fingers and like a shepherd leading you into the light

A mother is like a plant,
And her child the sun,
Her child's happiness is responsible
For pigmenting her with joyful colours

Most times a mother is a gardener
Whose sole purpose is nurturing
A child in turn becomes the plant
Who's dotted upon and nurtured till death interrupts

For her child she'd gladly lay down her life without a second thought
For a mother's existence finds meaning only in the well-being of her offspring

A mother is a goddess deserving of worship and devotion,
Her temple is in the heart
Where happiness burns before her as an incense
While she answers our supplication in foil wrapped love.
HAPPY MOTHERING SUNDAY
#ZEE
Poet: @Stephen Rapzino Ezekiel
Model: Pepe Panious