A lioness's pride upsides from her cubs' crown
She lives them with every bite received and understands when they turn away. She waits with the new dawn knowing they'll always return.
I compare the love of my African mother to that of a lioness.
My mother, she who, loves me after my wrong doings;
My retriever, she who, waits for me with a meal at night;
My queen, she who, understands when I turn away.
Our African mother, a compassionate lioness.
You love us without question, when I think of myself the way you know me-- I'll see why you smile while calling me your child.
Our pride uoroots from the crown of your passion.
To my African Mother.
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Honestly speaking, this sounded way better in my head. I wrote this for my mom on her birthday...she didn't even comment on it😐 it's that bad of a poem I guess.
My name shall be written in the long list of: Oh well, at least you tried being useful.
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Starry Poems
PoetryJust a few poems my mind formed by using wordings and trying to make it into something worth reading.
