MOTHER

Photo: MOTHER Mother! Your love is in my head I wish I could use passion instead You are precious than pearls in the hand And the neck of queen of England You are the only gold crested in diamond And this rejuvenates me like almond.  Your love is in my head And I can't forget the days we fed And nights we slept so unfed And how well we were treated When stomarch ache or ache in the head Plus malaria, the wicked malady pinned us to the bed.  And mother! Your love is in my head Your love is now stronger in my head For when you deprived me of your breast fed I thought you were so wicked Not knowing you wanted Me to grow and understand The joy of sucking ladies breast. Samuel C. Enunwa Oct. 5, 2009. http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry http://plus.google.com/samuel_enunwa
Mother! Your love is in my head
I wish I could use passion instead
You are precious than pearls in the hand
And the neck of queen of England
You are the only gold crested in diamond

And this rejuvenates me like almond.

Your love is in my head
And I can’t forget the days we fed
And nights we slept so unfed
And how well we were treated
When stomarch ache or ache in the head
Plus malaria, the wicked malady pinned us to the bed.

And mother! Your love is in my head
Your love is now stronger in my head
For when you deprived me of your breast fed
I thought you were so wicked
Not knowing you wanted
Me to grow and understand
The joy of sucking ladies breast.
Samuel C. Enunwa Oct. 5, 2009.
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry
http://plus.google.com/samuel_enunwa

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