Fertile soil of my mother's womb,
Out of which; the plant of my life grow,
Nurtured with ever-flowing milk,
Served with plates of pamper and care,
Warmth of your body is the Sun,
Your affectionate care are Moon and Stars,
Clouds of shelter were my coverings,
Rains of pains to my uncovering,
Without the treasured blessing of the mother love,
Could have been that baby thrown out the bath,
The precious treasure of a man's heart,
The jewel in greenery of my heart,
Oh mother, My heart deeply cries!

Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo

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