Ode To Momma! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

Keep me warm in your bosom!
Be it harmattan or in cold.
Whether now when I'm young or when I'm old.
Keep me safe that I may blossom.

Let me lay my head on your lap
While you stroke my hair,
With your forgiving heart
Soothing it with your soft hand.

Mum! You are an epitome
Of elegancy and eminence!
How humble and noble.
An interweave and intertwine of wonders!
That so many wait in alacrity of your nobility.

Let my mind dance away!
From frustration and suffocation,
Whenever I behold your face
Even when your face cannot be seen.
Though I am spirit battered and energy draining,
I'll be yet waiting
Loving you still
For you are my crescent moon!
My gold and dearest Momma!