Mother? Oh Mother !

Unlike any such as other, The one loved most is dear, dear mother. From my beginning of conception; Not one moment of deception. Snuggled deep inside her womb, Like a pharaoh in his Tomb. When her pains, which did cause I, Angelically she waited for that cherubic cry. Delivered and now newly born, From a placenta which lay badly torn. It was time for me to give the test; She suckled me gently at her loving breast. I slowly grew into one to walk, Mutter strange things and try to talk. Never ever one to leave my side, This bride now a mother, so full of pride. In all the years while I grew up, I was nursed to strength; From her loving cup. One day I know that we will part, But I vow not to forget; This – beautiful – heart. Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)