Sweet Motherhood

Poem By Adaobi Chiemelu

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It's a special delight talking about her children
About the things they said and the way they had said the things they said
And the way they felt about the things they saw, said or did
And the ways they had shown how they felt about these things

And the things they did
And how they could do the things that they did the way they did them
And how they could not do some of the things and she had to help them
Its merely a delight talking about her children

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