Celebrate My Mum: A Sonnet Poem by Akachukwu Lekwauwa
Celebrate My Mum: A Sonnet
What must a child do?
Flog my metric sins,
Or mete out to my forgetfulness.
But a million thanks,
To my midday whim.
So, hastily with my willing ink,
I must paint a tint,
Of which colors i know not.
Ballad and Ode all clamoring.
To my rescue comes Sonnet.
She is a picture with all the shades
Of maternal adornment.
In caring, loving and much sacrifice.
I love you mum.
Mothers are adorable, even if the fathers are the backbones! Lovely work!
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4/25/2024 3:23:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the way you have appreciated your mum. Thank you Akachukwu