Treasure Island

Gbeti gaius Kafui


Mother


Mother, mother, mother.
There is non like you so i cant chose another.

Am the happiest child on earth when i sense your presence.
Your love is too real to be deem a pretence.

Mother, mother, mother.
I owe you my life for carrying me in your womb.
The ups and down you went through, you still cover me with your affection.

Mother, mother, mother.
Your word inspired me and in them i grew.
I ve got i confession to make.
I wish the entire world listen.
I want them to listen very carefully.
The message is, my mother is my first love and i ll forever love her.
I ll love her until thy kingdom come.

Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (6/20/2013 7:53:00 PM)

    mother, my first, for ever love her, good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote. (Report) Reply

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