Maama
Dear mama
I kicked you out of my wish
and you bear in mind without a wish
good meals you kept for a dish...
what will I do to make you at your wish?
peace you stood for me
and held me close to be
your dream was to see me
how will I do to please you your wills?
no words you spoke in my fame
and showed a smile of bless
to me your son bliss you named
why will I trouble you?
never in you word says
fie unto me
in you I see my rise..
Copyright © Yahaya Chadi | Year Posted 2011
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