DT (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Mama

Mama,
You are the flesh
that covers my weak bone.

My defender
In whatever situation;
But if wrong,
You correct me in private.

Momma
You are my mentor,
Also, my tormentor.
Strengthening my curved route
To the real world.

The world I own
Drove me into your bossom
With a steady steering
Directing my wills and aspirations.

With you beside,
I'm in no pains
I dwell in a cloud of joy
Even if being smashed
By a running bulldozer
With cracked bones.

Momma,
Words alone can't define you.

My wall of Jericho,
My very own Jesus,
My voice when I got none.

My Momma is incomparable!

#BlackPoet

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Comments (9)

♡Good poem☆
TRUE LOVE IS SOMETIMES LOVE BRINGS PAIN BUT ANYWAY LOVE IS SOMETHING WE ALL AIM I AM ENLIGHTENED BY YOUR POEM
Very good thinking with a new thoughts for love
A real artist with words. Very nicely, throughout the poem, you manage to weave, through fantastic images and poetry, the paradox of the softness of love and the sharpness of pain. With such a heart full of music, you can expect that God has a glorious plan for you.
love touches everyone. punch of feelings. a nice poem. keep it up
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