TO THE MOTHERS
Mothers are the greatest virtue
Potentially approachable souls
A masterpiece of love that does not dwell away
They endure relational tensions
They carry our burden even when it not needed
Praying for our masterstroke
They submit to whatever comes our way
Their love is not fleeting by our emotions
Even when it is the last piece they have left they stretch out their hands
Their aggressive potentials to carry as in their womb for 9 months
They yield as to school even when their riches ain't capable
They have been a pillar to our success
The commanding and authoritative song every day has made us who we are
Their sedimental prayers have made as optimistic in life
Irresistible love has given as the strong to posse the nation
Today we celebrate the milk you feed as when we could not chew
We wish for eternal life so you could taste the golden honey you borrowed as
I remembered the day my strength failed me but you anchored me
We celebrate your virtuous love
Your realistic love is forever
BY: IRENEBOADI THE POET
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