Do not say I am biase
There was a beautiful woman
She was the best of all women
An epitome of selflessness
My first sighting was hers
In pain, she bore me
The fluid from her body
Was my first food on earth
I knew no one except her
She introduced me to others
My first identity was hers
Her kind words assuaged me
Patiently, I was schooled
She understood my needs
She was villified and bullied
Yet she was unperturbed
Her inner strength
Gave others strength
My life without her
Would have been 'Icabod'
She was my fore-runner
Who sacrificially lived for me
Oh! mother, I miss you
Continue to rest well
From the hard work of life
An epitome of selflessness. Well written and communicated. Sylva
Beautiful tribute to a beloved mother elegantly brought forth from the heart with insight. Thanks for sharing Babatunde.
A great tribute from a loving son to his beloved mother! Who can replace a mother and who else can love us so unconditionally......! Enjoyed reading!
..............a lovely tribute to that beauty my friend................... This praise shall echo forever! ...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really enjoyed this. Looking forward to reading your other works! My condolences for such a sad loss.