Written by: Victory Iheanacho

You be the reason of my outcome
Be the bearer of the pain 
Be the endurance through my period 
For days to months I framed inside of you 

Smiled to the sound of my cry 
Held me close to your heart 
Whispered a name to my ear 
Called for a celebration to my birth 
In my sleep i felt so save from the world 

In your motherly nurture.                                   
I advanced to be mature 
Tutored me the necessity to a brighter future.    
The memories of childhood Be my mind's vivid 
My childhood tears, You made me shed 
Has been the rod you never spared 
Mother and son: Bow and arrow 
You shot me into my tomorrow.