Mama, for nine months we connected
My world in you was amazing
I depended on you fully
We shared a plate and a cup
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Great observation here You cheered me as a child You cheered me as a teenager You cheered me as a young adult You cheered me while i wore black gowns You still await the white gown hahaha Are you the guardian angel i was promised?
yes the white gown! or colour of your choice for i know you as a designer. but am not worried coz you are everything to me
A good reflection of mothers care and dedication In your hands lay the feeble me You understood my language of cry
Wow beautiful. I broke your valuables in my walk effort You smiled at my mess as a sign of a greater value. That is so real. Thank you for sharing! My 10 for you!
A beautifully envisioned poem. Yes, mother is the guardian angel for her off spring. Thanks for sharing this beautifully inked poem.10 points.
Very inspiring, taking the walk into a mums shoe...Good piece Rose.