In me she breathed air
holding me when I took my first step
the water of her womb, my first home
my cries like a stink to her heart
just like a cradle her hand rocks me to
sleep.
the humming sound of her voice
putting me at peace.
with an undying love she raised me
Authoritative yet like the dove she
precise .
supportive indeed she is, with audacity
she struggles to give me a betterment .
A mother with empathy, never has she
being pathetic .
like the sea she never runs out of
determination.
but waits for the fruit of her womb to blossom like a beautiful lily.
then with a simple she will audibly said
l am a successful mother.
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Oblivion
PoetryWell they say everything in life either odd or new, good or bad can be documented, oblivion is a book of poem which entails the tale of life of an adolescent African child, it a book one in a million written by John Emmanuella a teen writer who spea...
