Mother More Than Been Murdered

You call her a mother; she lives on earth I sensed the level of her duty With due regard of honour, she: a mirth I call her the murdered yet a beauty All the pains of living for another All mothers living a life bewildered Many flee near when they could not further Physical absence but present blizzard None is worth to cause her forget her wards Of all is to strengthen her course the more Never for once cease coming afterwards Peace be unto all mothers in this war Laughing out loud to play with her children To make all smile even she cries inside Taking unto challenges through the glen To make you cope with stress when so distressed The auto strength of the beauty goddess Get not exhausted till the last breath drop The grace that fuels her willing sacrifice Makes her feel better handling each sound flop God bless all mothers and mothers to be To eat plentiful the fruit of their labors Cause thy favor to shine on all, I plea And turn around a new leaf the sabres Happy mother's day! © 2020 ® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá