gideon zerah ogbonna

Rookie - 35 Points (24 may 1993 / nigeria)

My Mother - Poem by gideon zerah ogbonna

Who watched me in bed cradle
and when life brought storm, made good use paddle
and fought with gods to make me live
with hope watered me tree even i hadn't leaf

who cried when i fell ill
and if i died pwore herself to kill
motivated her husband solomon of wise counsel
for she was in his song the damsel

what a creature with beauty and preety
as nature had her be dark and lovely
for whom i'll stake my head for a treathy
cos though discipline was still humble and comely

stood to be a mother of nations
kept apart and head of gods feminine creations
wonderfully her children did groom
which made them stick together as broom

if all the mothers were to be like you
this world would have been like rice and stew

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Yoonoos Peerbocus (10/2/2012 10:16:00 AM)

    stood to be mother of nation------nice message/value laden (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 2, 2012

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