My Momma

She smiled upon the pain bound,
as her belly grew very round,
she fed me life through her soul,
although her story receiving sadly told;
Anchored strength, her head hung proud,
as she walked across condemning crowds,
her voice grew weak within her prayer,
God reached down and blessed us there;
The pain boiled to uncomforting steadiness,
a frightful smile claimed her readiness,
sweat poured loving laughter and painful tears,
released tension my tiny body appeared;
She praised his holy name for the love shared,
Once again, he blessed us with care,
She taught me how to laugh and smile,
as I learned to deal with life's hard trials;
She sewed understanding with a gentle heart,
as she mended my soul from broken parts,
fed through her soul, I'm happy to be,
for there's no greater love than Momma and me.

by Mahfooz Ali

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