Moma
She has held me times were bad
She has all ways been so strong
Never let us see her tears when she sad
Never let us think we were wrong
She use to spank my butt when I got out of control
She would hug me and say I hate doing that you see
But one day you'll be grown
An I wont be there to spank you if need be
So my daughter I want you to grow strong
And not ever have fear or hurt with you
I want you to know right from wrong
And that to yourself you have to be true
She would show me the way to cook and clean
And how to be a great moma to my boys
I helped in the garden picking the every thing i'd seen
She laughed at me when I would play with my G.I. JOE toys
She is still the same as she was back then
Still trying to tell me what I need to do
Still my moma and my best friend
Moma I hope you know how much I LOVE YOU
Copyright © Nita Martin | Year Posted 2007
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