On My Mother's Lap Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I remember not my mother's lap
Where I learnt the art of Love
I remember not her warm embrace
As she addressed my needs
I remember not her beautiful smile
On the day I was born
It's all stored somewhere in my being
Somewhere closer than I thought
It's who I am
The open album of my memory
Governs every part of my being
Allowing my mother's love
To continue to flow
Into the skies of my being
I remember not many things
But one thing is true
I hold dear to my existence
The only gift left from my mum
It's the only gift to humanity
I hold dear to life
The only source of my hope
I am forever in Love with Love
The essence of my life
It's my dream
To fall in Love everyday
And to wake up full of Love
Love is my medicine
And my story
Be in Love
Be the Love

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