MY MOTHER.

She carried me in her womb for nine months, bore alot of suffering during labour to bring me into this world, nothing gives her much joy than to See Me smile.
She starves to feed me, she displeases herself to please me, she cried when I cry, she's sad when am sad. She feels alive when ever she watches me smile and say " thank you " for any gift she gives to me.
When am sick she is restless, she cries our amidst tears "God please save my child" .when harm comes to me in the neighborhood, she is always there to protect me.
She beats me lovingly when am wrong,she talks to me gently so that I can understand my wrongs and cuddles me so I can stop crying.
I cry whenever am scared, when I play and fall, when I fail and when am sick in bed ,Her wrappers are faded due to cleaning my tears. No one loves me better than my mother.
Am now a grown man, and can proudly say my mother is the definition of love in its purest state, she has a heart of Gold, she is beautiful, she is strong, she is brave, she is courageous, she is bold, she is my everything, wherever I go ,her prayers go before me to prepare the way.
I have friends but their loyalty and love can fail, they can be jealous of me ,and may feel the urge to bring me down, but "she " will never be jealous of me, she brought me into this world,am her priceless Gem, my success is her dream come true.
I live to make her happy, am alive and successful because she chose me over fancy clothes and adorable jewelries, she has never allowed God to rest on my case.

I LOVE YOU MUM, AND WILL ALWAYS MAKE YOU PROUD.