Mama Poem by Anas Ibraheem

Mama,
You are the flesh
that covers my weak bone.

My defender
In whatever situation;
But if wrong,
You correct me in private.

Momma
You are my mentor,
Also, my tormentor.
Strengthening my curved route
To the real world.

The world I own
Drove me into your bossom
With a steady steering
Directing my wills and aspirations.

With you beside,
I'm in no pains
I dwell in a cloud of joy
Even if being smashed
By a running bulldozer
With cracked bones.

Momma,
Words alone can't define you.

My wall of Jericho,
My very own Jesus,
My voice when I got none.

My Momma is incomparable!

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