john chizoba vincent
My Mother Is My Hero - Poem by john chizoba vincent
Glance into the world through mother' eyes
Just as though time were gone; and
Every crook will become straight to you.
Tears shade for self are tears of weakness
But tears shade for others are a sign of strength.
Mother, my tears are for you thise day,
The only greatest thing ever happens
To me is that I have a caring mother
Who knows where and when it hurt men,
In the darkest. Chamber of the odd night.
She is the golden jewel that never worn out,
A breathe that brings life,
She is the moon that brighten my night,
The eyes that sees through my eyes,
It is natural to die as to be born by mothers.
It is impossible to love and to be wise,
Mother is the stone that never move
But the water nourished it as its sit by its shore,
Note her words for they are life to the hearer,
The woman of the East whose smiles calm the storm of life.
Mother is my hero, my hero is my mother, the maker of my tomorrow,
The only person in charge of the little me,
There won't be the me in me without her.
When others backoff where it hurts
She stands up for you behind the storm,
When no one believes me,
She looks into my eyes and believed.
When no one love, she loved me
She is the only hero made for me
In the beginning of the world,
The only one who could face the sun for my sake
The only one who could kindle the burning fire for me,
The maker of my smiles, my mother is my hero,
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