Mother

You the creator of life
Like there is no other
You feed with nourishment
You cleansed of filth
You dressed in cloth
You enlightened with knowledge
All because I am pieces of you
Dear sweet mother
You are creator of life
Because there is no other
There is only you mother
You were there before time
Before me in another place
Time and time again you were there for
There above
There for love
There at home for the first of four
Even if he be poor
All because I am pieces of you
Dear sweet mother
You are the creator my life
Because there is no other
There is only you mother…

“Mother”
by David-Angelo Mineo
1999-2001
113 Words