The pride of mama
He is the son
His mama’s proud son
She called him Bonny when he was born
Proud to have a handsome man she says
He is white as snow and black but not as coal
His intelligence is beyond my brain
But I endured him with pain
For my heart spits blessings
Whenever his name is mentioned
The presents he gives is not compared to the Ferrari we see
For his genuine stretched hand towards me
It’s more than enough for me
For my happiness claims of his prosperity before the Lord
Copyright © Marilyn Shila | Year Posted 2024
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