My Mother, My Lover:
My Mother is like a golden hen with wonderful feathers,
Like butter, so her feathers come together to spread out so wide, in order for her chicks not to suffer from the harsh weather of life.
My Mummy that comes to the rescue, each time my tummy sounds like tsunami,
She makes me to jolly,
by filling my tummy with good food that is yummy.
Not all angels are celestial beings,
Some are wonders and delegates of God, unto mankind
these wonders are not many in number. But my Mother still remains the number one.
My Lover will forever be like the tree planted by the river side, my Lover will continue to grow and wax stronger,
still yet, my mother, will never wither, and my Lover, will never suffer!
#Happy Mothers Day🤩😘