And when my mama found out
That she had a living being inside of her
Her happiness and prayers tripled
That I may make it to the final round too
And when her water broke
The fear that throbbed her chest
That I was near yet far
Prayer sacrifices to the providence
That I may come out
Just to see her face and that she may hear my cry
And the smile that must have been on her face
When she held me in her arms
I can not tell tales of
And as I grew up
Falling and getting scars
Times that I scared her
As she raised me to who I have come to be
For all the times she gave to me
What should have been here
May I and the providence repay her for all
For those who still have one, cherish her
Life is short and give her the best of life
As a son, go for the best of a wife
As a daughter, be the best of a fine wine
That evolves beautifully with age
Appreciate people while you can not when they are gone
As no one would be at the end of that phone
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
