To the beautiful woman who drives me to earth.
In agony and pain of nine moons,
For if she has sent me back, what judgement can I pass unto her.
To the woman who labour in tears and pain, then walking up and down,
Searching for a perfect place for her child, in other to fit the earth in him.
To the woman who hung herself in hunger, for the pleasure of her toddler and happiness.
How wish could be ascertain,
She would indeed hand him all glories of earth, paving the dark away from him,
Stretching out for glory and mercy in her own outlaw horizon.
IYAMI, a mother of kindness.
Goodness and mercy surround her, like this little moon rounding the earth.
Sharing it feelings and impact on her, for hers is the beauty of all.
May she read all her agony and stress, gather in the success of her toddler. Flourishing and glamouring with her joy.
May the Creator perfect the heart of hers, which earthen the world of her toddler, glaring in it’s peace and rustic nature.
Engulf in it nature and peaceful ways.
To my mother, the beauty of all fairy.
A true guider of her toddler, ensuring her own peace in world of beauty and calmness.