ABIYAMO

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Truly every man calls his mother the best
But my mother is really different from the rest
"Abiyamo" is the name that differentiates her
It is rare to find a woman like her
Nine months in her womb did not make her frown
She bore me and took care of me till I'm grown
Such is the description of every mother
But "Abiyamo" is more than a mother
I'm grown and she does not stop her carings
Not only for me but also my elder siblings
She does anything in her might for us
It might hurt her but she sees it as her cross
I'm very more capable than her to endure stress
But she bears it and cleans up my every mess
"Abiyamo" never stops to share and care
Even when mother relaxes and stops being there
Now you see what is found in the former
Which can not be seen in the latter

(c) Juwon Osanipin

 Excerpt from my book, LIFE (A collection of poems in facts) 

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