My life has been a battle field,
You've been the knight in a torn armor,
Determined commander at the battalion,
Engaged your rivals with no fear,
No retreate no surrender anytime
To keep my butt off the granades
And my feet off the underground
Landmines of mass destruction.
You turned into a tigress to keep your
Child from a shameful yoke,
To protect the freedom of my realm.
The battle you joined as an
Exciting and romantic adventure,
Inflicted pain and made marks on your skin,
But never retreated or surrender,
You loudly condenmed my behaviours
And demanded iron descipline in me.
Wake up is five am, and
Lights out is ten pm everyday,
With no expectations of sleep.
And one free hour per day
To caution, talk to your son and
Prepare for me for the new next day.
For the everyday raising percentage
Of mothers losing life giving birth,
You're a phenomenon brave mama,
I'm a delighted grateful son to have you,
You're a heroine mother on earth.
Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas
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