My mother

              My mother

Beautiful as a goddess of sunshine
Her strides elegant like that of a queen
Oh, she really is a queen
Her smile is a motivation on its own

Mama is full of stories of when she was younger
Even though these stories have blunders
They sound good to my ears
She becomes too emotional sometimes
Very tiring as it may seem
I still can't bear the thought of losing her
                            Ayobami
            

My Mother is my father,
Don't bother to ask further.
My mother is my first lover,
Ask me about that later.

My mother is my father,
She was my father
when father abandoned me
like leftovers,
My mother is my father,
Please don't bother to ask me further.

                      Afolabi onlyGodknows

The jewel who held me for months!
The one who never gave a chance to lots,
Her love, which never rots,
Like the golden steel i know not.

A mother among thousands,
Whose love exceeds that of husbands .
She i call my body my flesh,
Who never gets tired of my Ish.
Same blood runs through the same stream,
Like the fig, which never leaves my helm           

                               Obazie Sunday

My Mother is not human,
She's an angel.
For her caring is far above any man,
Even her looks can tell.

She's the perfect definition of a father,
Always an inspiration for her son.
Every day, she says "son, you can grow feathers,
And you can go above the sun"
Her home is the perfect weather,
Under it lives a perfect mother.
                                 C. Timothy Jr.

In a gloomy room, where I first dwell,
By the narrow path, where struggles ends,
With a cry of joy, which by pain came,
In the lost of sense, all for me to live.

On a soft palm, so smooth than a mattress,
On a mountain of milk, where my dining lies,
On the same farm, where my cheeks rest.
All belongs, to an unquantifiable kind,
Worthy but invaluable gold, the gold of gold
My mother, my origin and the river of my happiness.
                         The BrokenPen

The replica of good mothers,
What can I say, If not your kindness.
You submit yourself to be a sacrificial goat.
Just to make us comfortable.

A suave woman,
She's of fascinating eyes
Kindness flows in her veins.
A woman the neighbourhood,
Put in their catalogue of mentors.
She's simply nonpareil.

                     LAWAL MUHAMMAD

Joint poem written by
Ayobami
Afolabi onlyGodknows
Obazie Sunday
C. Timothy Jr
Broken pen
Lawal Muhammad

Member of mighty inkers group
Signed by
Afolabi onlyGodknows