MY MOTHER
African poem By Nwachukwu Victor
In darkness of the empty Night
Afraid and shaking because there’s no light
There I sat upon the edges of the height
Deep in the shadows I saw a knight
Brave,Beautiful with the courage and Might
For my sake she is ready to Fight
She took out her sword
And without a word
I knew she was the Hero of my world
When I’m hurt with tears, she becomes a lioness
And my offenders, she throws into the wilderness
She carries me in her arms
Where I know that There’s no harm
For she protect me with her she’ll
With Her, I die well
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