Ever come across a woman of substance?
Lemme give you an instance,
My mother; my first love,
My lovely rainbow, an epitome of God’s love.
She’s a Mum, a Woman, and a Mother.
Despite causing her sleepless night,
She still make sure i get my request,
Even as a worrying youngster,
She dont see me as a burden but a priority,
Her first love.
She’s a Caring and Loving Mother,
Oh! I miss the welcome-home hug,
With or without cold, She never deny me of her hug,
Little did i know that she wont do it for long,
And now, i cant tell her how i feel.
Request for a Loving Mother,
If Heaven could ask me for a request,
what will i ask? Just a minute with her,
To tell her how i feel, about her,
And probably plant a kiss on her forehead.
She is my First Love.
Till we meet to path no more,
if truely we will all see one another at the END.
I Love you, Mum
I still Love you, Mum
and I will forever Love you, Mum
Dedicated to all Loving and Caring Mother