Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
We all remeber this poem by Ann Taylor
The love of a mother is priceless
Iya ni wura (A mother is a jewel)
When i go astray, she corrects me with love
She can't stand to see a tear drop down my chin
She sacrifices her meal just so i and my siblings could feed
She forfeits expensive jewelries, and clothes, so i dont wear rags
If i'm ill, she's ill too
I've offended her a thousand times, but she never stop loving me
I write this in tears, becuase i know what you've been through just to give i and my siblings the kind of life we deserve
I've got the best gift in the world, and that's my mother
I have a jewel worth more than gold, and that's because i have you my mother
I have the world, becuase i have you world
I love you mum😍
Happy love day steemians
