My Mother Poem by Habeeb Kayode Yahaya

It had been given to us
A wonderful mother as a gift from our lord
The most beautiful gift on earth
Don't treat her like dirt
My mother is so precious
So beautiful and gorgeous

She would rather struggle in pain
And strive with her trade to gain
Even in the mighty rain, she waits
To do some stressful jobs in order to make you great
Everybody, let give praises to God
Who gave us a gift being favoured

He made us emanated from her blood
The mother who love us than we thought
She advised us, so that we could be great
She emphasised how we can be a sage
She cares, she loves and she really admires
Let us give her all she desires

When we are weak, she makes us strong
Everything we needed she makes it done
She gives to us all we have required
So let give her everything she she have desired
Love the devil not, but we'll love thee
during the cold winter, mother gives me a hot tea

O Lord in Thee i trust
I shall forever praise you aloft
You gave me a mother so precious
Who cares for me all day long
She carried my pregnant for almost a year
With hard labour she always care

She prayed for me all the time
And protected me from all those germs
She starves because she want me to eat
Her breast comes the world valued milk
The first word i spoke was so amazing
''mama, mama, mama'' i called so softly

You taught me the perfect hint
Which says the sky is not my limit
But the sky would definitely be my beginning
Surely i have got no stop-over, no limit
Mothers, we really appreciate all you've done
We will always remember you when you are gone

My wish for you is always there
To reap your sowings is all I care
I will take care of you with all my strenght
And make sure you live in health and wealth
Once again i will always pledge
To take care of you with all my best