An ode to the spirit of a mother
Never give up, she says, my son
Never say die, she says, my love.
Her love is unconditional
And she's wise to the subtle matters
She'll fight till death to save her own
Break the lion's fangs to reclaim her own
She knows the faults of all her own
And covers great flaws with all her love
She's so bright, she's like a dove
O how much I love her so!
I raise a song to the love of motherhood
That bond that stays without a cord
And bears great pains without a word
That nine months of patience
O, of blessed peace—
Fatherhood, how much you miss out in!
Let her be blessed beyond measure
To live her life without terror
And may God cover all her errors.
Amen
© el-iyanu
(For my mum and Tosin's mum, and all the beautiful mothers in the world.)
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