Mother I'm apprehensive
I'm anxious I'm growing up too early
Turning into a mother, when my womb
Is yet to hold up under seeds
Also, when my hips are yet to birth natural products
I see it
In the way I support and care
I hear it
The irrevocability in my voice when I talk
Indeed, even to those with years more prominent than mine
You generally said I was excessively develop for my age
What's more, that I was each piece the meaning of my name
The name you and Papa decided which is as it should be
Presently I ponder, is that something to be thankful for?
Every one of those years fathoming things too huge for me
Boring weights I ought not have considerations of
Have they added to this woman?
Or on the other hand would i say i was just birthed along these lines?
Mother I'm perplexed
I'm turning into a lady too early
A mother of numerous kids
But on the other hand I'm happy
Coz now I see better
Every one of the penances and unlimited hours
What's more, Mama, now I cherish you more
You strong lady
TO EVERY MOTHER OUT THERE.
