Mama
mama
mama
when a life was cool
in your house called a womb
with silence and warth
protected like a yard
and happy like a child
mama
when i was out like pips
with tears rolling on my cheeks
you held me tight
as i also felt fine
with you mama
my world grec beautiful
and nothing becoming awful
now am finding my way
with the knowledge you shared with me
though i have no payments
i can still tell the world that you are great
Copyright © Samira Uwase | Year Posted 2013
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