Mama
My angel here on earth, my sugarcane,
The one who lifts me high like the aeroplane,
The one whose milk nurtured me from infant,
If I could give you the world I'd do that in an instant;
The one who endures sleepless nights amid my cries,
Special one that prepares me "Amala" lofliest than fries.
The whom upon whose back I rode as a toddler,
I would protect you all times more than a soldier;
My angel who starves so I can eat,
Who plays all times that I may never suffer defeat.
She who carries me in her womb for 9 months,
In my heart thy name is written in the boldest fonts;
The one who protects me lovingly like a mother hen,
"Aduke" who remains the inspiration of my pen.
The coaçh behind my poetic creativity,
Mama that taught me virtues of generosity.
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