Mama, for nine months we connected
My world in you was amazing
I depended on you fully
We shared a plate and a cup
You never complained i ate your share
Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
You ushered me into the world
As i left your inside world
I was scared of my new world
I cried a screeching cry
But you laughed at me
Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
In your hands lay the feeble me
You understood my language of cry
You even interpreted to daddy and my siblings every cry
You knew when discomfort encroached
You knew when it was a cheeky cry
Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
When i crawled you cleared the paths for me
I broke your valuables in my walk effort
You smiled at my mess as a sign of a greater value
You washed my soiled clothes with love
Nothing seemed so valuable than the gift of me
Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
My first spoken word was MA
I still call you to-date MA
I honor you for my first day to school
I had never and will never experience such a long day
You waited for me at the school
Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
You cheered me as a child
You cheered me as a teenager
You cheered me as a young adult
You cheered me while i wore black gowns
You still await the white gown hahaha
Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
Wow beautiful. I broke your valuables in my walk effort You smiled at my mess as a sign of a greater value. That is so real. Thank you for sharing! My 10 for you!
Very inspiring, taking the walk into a mums shoe...Good piece Rose.
Great observation here You cheered me as a child You cheered me as a teenager You cheered me as a young adult You cheered me while i wore black gowns You still await the white gown hahaha Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
yes the white gown! or colour of your choice for i know you as a designer. but am not worried coz you are everything to me
A good reflection of mothers care and dedication In your hands lay the feeble me You understood my language of cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully envisioned poem. Yes, mother is the guardian angel for her off spring. Thanks for sharing this beautifully inked poem.10 points.