Oh mother! How I recall!
Every sacrifice made to grow me!
Every word said to teach me.
Every night shared to care!
Your place no one can fill.
That son is a man!
Oh mother!
The pride of your youth,the fruit of your womb. The head of another.
She's cloth in elegance and style.
Enveloped in the beauty of her youth.
Her breast soothes me when yours fail.
I delight in her vitreous fellowship.
She is the woman of my youth.
Oh mother! She is my wife!
The glory of my crown.
The future she shall birth!
Rejoice with me.
I have made a choice that endures.
A wife for a mother;mother for a wife.
Peace! Its possible.
Written by Igonoh Godwin
2.00am 12th October 2011
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