Gem

Mother,

The gift of nature to MANkind;

giver of joy of all kind;

bearer of hope and classless band.

Mother,

the uncoach musician,

on whose mouth flows soft symphony

that lures my lagging eyes to rest.

Mother,

the mirror of my being,

the goddess of my world,

the warrior without a shield.

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Thou, crafter of timeless spell,

a bound carriage of cryptic cell

whom traveller of paradise sought.

Mother,

in thy eyes are written chronicles

records of untold ode.

Ayeni Taiwo

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