My mama’s love is like an ocean
an ocean that overflows with care,limitless support and
a precious stone which no one could afford,
Sleepless she is…
forever running to keep the family whole,
solidarity,forever reminding me
reminding me of a place I constantly run to,when I seek refuge.
She refuse to let the cruelty of this world to find a space in our hearts.
Her serenity is known by all
Picks you up when you fall
Her legacy will leave on.
When she’s not around,I get lonely.
She doesn’t get weary of the loads she carries
Mama’s love paints a picture
a picture painted with permanent charcoal
Delicate hands moving,producing a magnificent art piece.
An art piece which is an antique
Mama’s love id threaded with the stories of philosophy,
writings which are timeless.
with the content that makes one to think…
theories hard to understand
She is brave,holding a key to unlock the doors of promises
There she stand…
strong with her argument
seeking justification
Enriching the soul with moral values
a thesis which is plausible
paradoxically untestable.
Finding myself 