For nine months she carried me in her womb
Went through a lot of pain to raise me.
Discriminated against because of my existence.
Her friends left her, because of the pregnancy
Got disowned because of me.
But still gave me all the love she had for me.
Fed me, clothed me and protected me.
She might at times scold me, but still consoled me.
‘Mama’ I love you.
My father run away
Never wanted to take responsibility
Like a knight she defended me
Hustled just to see me grow up.
‘Mama’ you are special to me
Without you-
I don’t stand a chance in life
With you, my heart is warm
I am always happy seeing you smile
Thank god for giving me to you as a son.
With affection that she has showered me with
I feel sorry each time I make her angry
I pray never to make you mad
For that will only bring sadness to our home
I love you ‘mama’
And I promise to be there for the both of us.
The power of a mothers love! Protective and can even be warlike, but most of all compassionate! Well done.; D
thanks alfred, the voice in my poem tells me how much i love my mum...
This is so sweet my friend...I can dig from it that you know what you are doing...keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks denise...my mother is my hero and so is every mother in the world