To Mama With Love Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

The beak I have not
Of a proud bird that chirrups
Flamboyantly of great love.

Neither the deep voice
Of a brave lion that roars
The protection of acclaimed love.

I have not also the dreamy eyes
Of a pretty puppy
That radiates genuine tenderness.

Yet in the solicitude of my core
You are jealously encapsulated
In protective love cocoon
Daily loved and treasured
So long my pulse can beat.

(Wednesday 5th March,2003,12.13 am)