MOTHER, I'LL SPEAK OF YOU

Mother, I'll speak of how
You cuddled me with warmth
And tender kisses
How you robbed your soft lips
Unto my soft skin

Mother, I'll speak of how
You carried me in that sack
For nine moons
How you victoriously overcame
The dark ages of childbirth
And by the Creator's help, safely landed me on the shores
Of light

Mother, I'll speak of how
You nursed me for six moons
On that soft two waterfalls
Flowing with untainted milk
From the Creator himself

Mother, I'll speak of you
How you locked my childish disturbances
In the dungeons
With soothing melodies which came out from heart
Conducted by your tongue

Mother, I will still speak of
How you clothed me with the robes of morality
And fitted my feet with the sandals of godliness

Mother, what shall I say again?
Shall your child speak against you?
Shall he speak against the labour of fifteen moons?

Mother, I am your crown of splendour!

#KingPoet©