Mama Poem by Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji

Mama

Rating: 5.0


Here stand I growing,
A vioce from your homey womb,
With an epic of your salient life
Still beating on the face of Earth.

Mama,
Matriach of the moon;
Your words and hands made me.
My first bride; my African pride.
Who shall I compare you with in this world?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to my Mom and every other true mother.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 13 July 2013

There is no better love than a mothers love. A great poem.

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