Thanks For the Life Momma

By Paris Thulare I am the reflection of my own shadow, The one behind the existence of barrows . I am the daughter with pride , I am the son at the top of a river nile . She gave me the chance , yet I breathe and yes I believe , Because she choose not to abort when she was caught at lion's gate . She chose not to leave me in a corpse's cage . She gave me a chance to live . Who would have thought i could say words in such ? Who would have thought that my wrist needs a watch ? But Mother gave me her all . She wrapped me up when the sun ran hot , She lifted up me when the grass was Grey , That was when lions wanted to prey . Nine months isn't a child play , But momma made me see the day . She is the reason why I see this sun until dawn , I read book of different pages . I stumble on top of different shapes , Because i've been given the chance to live . Thank you MOOMMA for the life you gave me. Thank you Mdali for not abandoning me . I'm on my way up , Sooner you will be proud .