Tribute to Mama
To the hands that hold me when I am about to fall,
To the knees that bend when I am in a tempest,
To the eyes that see through me when I keep up appearances,
To the voice that speaks softly to me when I am in a rage,
To those words that aid me when I walk on the night’s lane,
To the woman who embraces me even with her feeble frame,
Mama,
You’re a jewel that worth a treasure trove,
Mama,
You’re a diamond that can’t be hidden by stygian shadows,
Mama,
Goodbye will be the saddest word I’ll say one day.
February 11, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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