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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Mother's Son One had to carry me in her womb for nine months awaiting the day on which I was to come out, Only to be cheated that I'm no longer nine months old. I've known her all these years as what Science calls "A Biological Mother. " Lately, I've come to know that that's just what it takes to be a mother in the eyes of many even though it ain't like that in the eyes of mine. After all, Sometimes six can be nine. I grew to love she who made sure I got my mashed bananas while watching "Bananas in Pyjamas" for she's the one on whose back I've slept a lot and at the same time messed my naps a lot. She's the one I'd call whenever I was down and So I called her "Mama". She is my "mother"'s Sister yes, but I grew attached to her motherly love that I felt appalled by those telling me she is my "Aunt" After all, Sometimes six can be nine. I gave headaches to she who had to accept a man and his son, Whose silence burnt like the summer sun. And still she loved and tried her best to bear with me for I was a better pain compared to the man of the house who'd come home a drunken comic. I'm forever grateful for her presence and patience in my old man's life. I ended up admitting that she is "A Strong mother" rather than what most people call " a stepmother". After all, Sometimes six can be nine. Then I grew up to be a man but was claimed by another mother. She was the first to say she saw greatness beyond measured magnitude within me. Another "Mother"'s Sister as they say but she's the one in whose footsteps I learnt independent thinking. As great as she claims I am she still called me a son, a "baby" who must still grow and hence she put me under the wing of her ever watchful husband's eye as a son again. From him I learnt and am still learning to be a being and staying in my lane to avoid crashing, Life, being a matter of perception has taught me to define many things according to my preference but when it comes to the word Mother I know I have a handful of them. And I chose not to define but to appreciate and love all of them as they vary. Besides, Sometimes six can be nine
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