Mothers' Day
Like a precious shell,
Out of the million,
Are you to me.
Of all the women,
Out of the umpteen,
You are the best.
My one precious stone,
I shall treassure you,
Like my precious shell,
I shall cherish you.
Nobody wrote a letter to God,
Proposing of where to be born,
By who and to what people.
The things that you've done me,
Have made me believe i wrote one,
And i chose one like no other.
If i were to be reborn,
I would still choose you;
I would always choose you.
Copyright © Benson Langat | Year Posted 2016
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