#steemit-uyopoetrycontest

Image source Mother, I was housed in her womb, Then, she led me into the world, Her breast drenched me with the milk That gave my tender life, love and care. Mother, pampered and comforted me: When tears

photocredit @yalzeee My mother, My channel to life Whose care kept me and walked me through all strife A mothers love is greater than any other But i feel my mothers love is much more Whenever i went wrong

"My Sweet Mother" Image Source: @samueloption She counts the steps of the moon and listens to my breath as I in pleasure mourn She lends a shoulder to stand in order to pluck my destination from

My nursery rhymes were the Waterloo of your sleep My cries were the song you listened to all night My antics and truants turned to comedy drama for you Small fragile stubborn thing I was but you loved

Image Source My life began from a little fetus laid up in her womb For good nine months my habitation was her womb Into the world I came because she bore the pains She endure the pains, enjoyed my cry

I'm writing this poem for you, mom because I want this poem to be, my own special way of showing you how much you mean to me. I have so much to say and I don't think this poem will do, but each word in

My mother and friend The love in my heart that has no end I can't sing your praises when you are gone For the pain and sorrow will trigger me like the gun You have know no joy Your laughter only Eclipse

Heaven missed an angel when you were born A heart of light and love was your adorn You birthed me into life with your love Filled with warmth and tenderness from above In my weakness, you were a lioness

As the evening milky moonlight creeps on your breast When I hung sulkily on your chest Disfigured beauty: you accepted for no gains My fragile being only tell of your pains When I knocked on the door of

Suffragetta called you they who commanded, when you descend in the square to fight for what you believed. It was the dignity you were looking for, but only obstacles did you find. It was the spring of

With no prior warning,I evolved Conceiving no certain pattern,I emerged The change was compelling But she held on Every leap, she watched Every step, drew her closer Every pain, she felt Every joy, she

Image source:pixabay I have watched rivers But none so pure as her love Reviving these descendants Whose souls fainted in the wilderness She is a cloud A great crowd of blessings In wait For generations