MOM
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never
A padlock
She rubs my ear
And vow to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice and pox
She takes away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Tuck in with lullabye
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
What is my first shout call
for help
MOM !
My first hero
In this world.
Copyright © Lionel Derbyshire | Year Posted 2024
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