My Mother,My Hope
The best parent in the world,
she's my mum at home,
the source of joy.
Mum is mum,
the best gift of all,
although she can act wrong,
sometimes at home.
I have to trust her,
the lonely hero at home,
day and night.
The best hero i know,
she's only my mum,
the best of all.
Mum is mum,
the best flower in the world!
To miss her at home,
you live a dull life.
I praise her alot,
the incomparable gift of all,
the source of my hope,
my joy, my life.
She's joyful for us,
all the children at home,
father and others.
The best parent is mum,
the best judge of all,
except God ,
the creator of every thing.
I can't familiarise her,
the sweet fruit in the world,
my mother, my angel.
The ingredients of love,
starts from her,
and goes arround the world.
Men and women,
the number one is mum,
you have to respect her,
the hero of the nine months.
Copyright © Sekitto Herbert Grace | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment