My Mum

Sometimes I know the words to say
Give thanks for all you've done
But then they fly up and away
As quickly as they come
How could I possibly thank you enough

The one who makes me whole
The one to whom I owe my life
The forming of my soul
The one who tucked me in at night
The one who stopped my crying
The one who is an expert

At knowing when I am lying
The one who makes such sacrifices
To always put me first
Who lets me test my broken wings
No matter how much it hurts

by Belinda Ntow

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