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Happy Mother's Day



Close your eyes and imagine a world without the love of a mother
When things are hard and we can't seem to  find the answers 
Just whisper the problems to mama and she would always provide the answers
Whenever we fell down she was the one to lift us high and tell us "Hush nuh mind mi chile"
Learning was always a must no matter if the cost of the books were sky high
" Work with what you have my child, better will come in a little while"
When food was short she never allowed our bellies to rumble 
Out of the smallest of flour she made big dumplings for the community to devour
Is there anything greater than a mothers love for a child?

Even the beatings we got we can smile about now
The beatings taught us discipline and respect
We had to say good day or good night to whoever we met
Mother's arms were so comforting it took all the burden away
Mother's smile was so reassuring that she was the best remedy for my pain
Mother's voice was so powerful that she took all my doubts away
Mother's dress was so dignified she made me know how much I was worth
Mothers messages were so heart warming I became an inspiration to others
Mother's prayers were so heart-provoking I knew the lord was always watching over me
Mother was so friendly I never felt alone 
Mother was so knowledgable millions of books could never provide the wealth of knowledge she bestowed 
A mothers love is always with us no matter how much wrong we have done 
A mothers love is always understanding no matter how unappreciative we have become
A mothers love stretches further than the love of her sons and close loved ones 
A mothers love warms the heart of those who never had their very own mother to love and learn from
A mother leads the future with just the powerful words from her tongue
A mother made us the strong men and women we have now become
So with all of my heart I say thanks to  the mothers who have loved us all
I pray for those who bow their heads low because they gave no love to their child
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers who lift their heads high 
This is my poem of appreciation to all the mothers far and wide.


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