To Mother-With Love! Poem by Ayokunle Adeleye

My mother is the best
Not only in the West
But also in the rest
Of the global nest

She is the Mother
Who always bothers
About all my matters
In a bid to make me better

Even without writing a letter
She makes me less bitter.
She makes my troubles jitter
And packs away the litter
That might have been occupying me thither

She tears asunder
Whatever engages me in vain wonder;
She makes me the best
So I ain't the object of jest

Everything said heretofore
Is about the one who brought me forth with love:
Mother, who helped me to the fore
This poem is to my Mother—with love!