Joy and happiness dance in my beautiful soul
As i picked up my companion to write this eulogy,
Mother , i love and cherish you more than thousand luxuries
An epitome of beauty, pride of savador
Citadel of knowledge and wisdom you are
Woman of prestigious honour and peace.
I speak of your peace and reputation
When the air has gone on vacation
and The oceans on a journey faraway.
You give life to me upon many odds and misery
Behold me in your humble arms amidst joy,
Tribulation, pains and sorrow yet you complain not.
Call on the nightingale to sing melodiously to me
When i cry, you cry louder
You feasted on decayed food to give me better one
Led me along an arduous path of healing and wholeness.
I sing of your joy and love
among the heartless hyenas in the wild wood
You never leave me behind the stormy weather yet
The dimples on your cheek remind me of hope and success.
I adore you mother, queen of the east
Priceless gift of nature.
Nwanyibuife your native name remain me of woman value
I am on the other side of the world
To bring back the lost glories to your home.
Cry no more for the sake of your beauty
Your unfaded skin which remind me of African beauty.
I love you mother beyond human explanation.
YOUR SON VINCENT
Mother luck shine on me
Like the sun on a steel
Make way for me in the desert
Let them know i come not in vain
In this world but to impact
On my generations not to watch in vain
Shine greatly on my face and body
Honour my soul to actualize
Those dreams nature gives to me
Mother earth was there, she bear
Me a pleasurable witness on that day
The creator gave the birth right of success to me
Shine hope on me, i do not crave for foolish
Riches rather for goodwill and honesty
among my people and the next generation
Mother luck shine on me for success
Shine greatness on me not failure
Shine smiles on me not sadness
Make the air pronounce my humble name
And single me out for good from the multitude
Mother luck smile on me like the sun
On a steel.
Life is so crazy/
Death so busy it never get's lazy/
Thoughts blurred and blinded by true lies that they always get hazy/
The mother ****ing devil is always trying to chase me/
But I'm stronger than that I won't ever let *****like that ever ****ing faze me/
I no longer care if any muther ****ers want to over or under rate me/
I've already been ****ing up on my own lately/
I take your ****ing criticism greatly/
*****es I'm too real for any of you fake mother ****ers to fake me/
I'm too ****ing still in God's foundation to let the devil shake me/
I'm the general, the king of my own *****nobody can't ever break me/
**** what people say for I am the maker of my own *****people can't ever make me/
I'm the leader and deliverer of my own *****you can never take me/
Who want to question *****about *****mother ****ers thats why I'm Writer Crazy.....
Have half to hang hand in hand
And harp the harmless hate
Then heap the hazardous haze of heartbreak
And heave the ironic heroine
Because the hollow horde that hovers over head
Is now the narcissist on narcotics
Creating nausea near the neglected one
While the network of nerves brings news
Of the night nitrogen seemingly never-ending
So end the notorious nudge of nylon personality.
What makes a great mom,
Is love from the heart.
You’re a great mom.
We try our best,
To raise our children right.
Teach them wrong and right.
Guide them in the right direction.
Even in the good and bad times,
We still love them with all are hearts.
They have our hearts,
Even when they grow up.
A love from a child is forever,
It’s a gift from god,
Also the greatest love.
We raise our sons and daughters right,
It shows and will always show.
The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from God
True God from True God
Mary is truly the Mother of God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living
We missed you my sweetheart
many years away from us
You left when you were twelve
Now look at you!!
You have grown like a tree.
Here you are more handsome
Educated to the highest level
You went overseas to get education
I am proud of you my love
You are going to lift this family
We are proud of you.
Go to the courts my love
Rule with justice without haste
Let the sky be your limit
Do not listen to bad people
Work with zeal my love
Never give up to the end.
By Vincent Omondi
My mystic mirror
Shades silver stones simultaneously
Later, light leaked
Sleep splashed sincerity
Amidst an aesthetic
smile, stood shining stars
I immediately identified
who was welcoming
morning marvelously; My mother...
Sleep slept, smiles spread
Maternal maidens modestly make miracles
Incubating infants into incarnation
Loyally loving laundering life
Completing consciousness crowns, circulating
Fortuitous freedom, forgiving
Enlarged egocentric expulsions
Boundlessly boiling beseeching brothers
Preventing planetary peace
Wisely Worship women with wholeness...
A mother does more,
Then just take care of there kids.
We go out of our way for our kids,
Even as a single mom.
We try to give our kids everything we can.
We try to give our kids the best we can.
No matter how tired we are,
We get up for our kids.
No matter how much pain will in,
We fight through it.
No matter how hard it is,
We still stand strong.
No matter what,
A mother’s love is one of a kind.
We love our kids with all are hearts,
I always wanted to be an aritist....in my heart I knew I always was one. I really
need to go to New YOrk and paint abstract art. My Mother and Father are real
talented. My Mother is an Artist. I guess I got it from her. I will never be as good
as her. of course I have my own style. I Know I am better I really can excel at
things ya know I could be all american. I ran track and did some things with
which I considered to be my friends it was a wonferful excellent time. I will
always cherish it. Now with my disease I have dreams and nightmares.
for this girl of 6,
so lost and unfree,
her father abandon her,
"where are you daddy?"
scared to the flesh ,
she searches her home,
looks at the id,
no one called on the phone,
as she finally stops,
she gives into herself,
she knows hes gone,
nd left her in hell,
the tears fall down,
as she covers her eyes,
her face gets redder,
as she crys and crys,
"mommy is dead"
"lying on the floor"
"its all your fault daddy"
"i love you no more"
as she quietly shivers,
she remembers the past,
her mom was at home,
he shot her ass,
"whyd you do it daddy"
"whyd you shoot mommy"
"how could you do it",
"when you loved her softly"
so she went on her life
and remembered as she grew up,
"i hate you daddy"
"i hate your guts".