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Ma!

Simple and complex words and chords are never enough to express or address you mum          
         
         
         
A virtuous woman strong and so bold          
You cuddled me to prevent me from catching any cold          
With you on my side, I can conquer this world    
Whenever you hold my hands, it's my safety gloves            
If you unleash me in motion, I can go flying around the globe        
           
The safest place is inside your womb      
You are my one and only nuclear bomb        
 You see, me and you It's a stigma bond    
Let me sit on the floor beside you let me be your clown          
You are my one and only true queen          
Ma Pls sits on your Throne..          
           
Rock steady lady          
The most prettiest middle age lady            
You are this priceless lady          
No fortune can afford me you, Ma!            
Simple and complex words and chords can never be enough to express or address you mum        
   
Pls every time you look at me smile  
You see, me and you It's a stigma bond  
Match made in heaven  
Which happen to be the will of God  
 
Pls take note for each time you tried me am always wrong            
I'm here to address you to the world in the deepest tones of a ceremonial gong            
To cut it short this is your song          
           
Ma pls let me beat you my drum            
Ma if you like, make me your sweet chewing  gum          
Otherwise, I cannot solve all my conundrums
You are the greatest ever gift life has to offer
You are the most precious thing over and yonder  
           
A certain date was assigned to be the mother's day            
There's no such thing as for me everyday is my mother's day..            
So when the sunrise in the most joyous way            
I'll live and serve            
Put on your crown            
Ma pls grace your throne          
           
Ma, forgive your poor boy who is so wayward On a long journey mum assist this child with a knack of turning backward            
Since no one really has the chance to experience their birth a second time around          
This poor child you owned  
You are my dispensing bag curing my illness and all my problems            
Let me be your punching bag          
Every time am wrong          
           
I am your unstable son and it's within your total authority to send me on an errand on foot to Babylon          
           
Your memory alone can make me withstand a Tyson's punch          
In your love I seemed to be so engrossed          
You the first ever person who saw me munched            
Let's face it you fed me my first ever lunch            
Ma let me reap what you sow            
Just so immersed in your love          
You are my hope          
You are a symbol of peace mum, you this white dove          
           
I can, and if you like, I will trek for you on foot to Babylon          
Boss me mum, sit it's your throne            
May you live in peace here and after bless me Ma..            
May you reign long            
I pray to see your joyful laughter ever after            
May you reign long in this throne            
It's so obvious          
All this goes without saying I love you mum          
Lord and Rasul asked me to serve you right   To keep your legacy intact I must fight          
May you dwell in Jannah within some heights
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Published | Edited 30th Jan 2025
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