Momma
Through the monthly pains,
Despite the hassles of childbirth,
Yet,you were stoic,
You brought me to life!
In bringing me up,you worked tirelessly.
You placed your dutiful hands to acts,
To make ends meet.
You inculcated in me,the virtue,truthfulness.
You implanted in me,the stand of a virtuous woman;
The worth of womanhood.
Momma,you're my earth,my sun and my rains.
Keep my Momma,oh Lord!
Copyright © Adejumoke Adewuyi | Year Posted 2015
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