My Mother.

Her voice is an echo
Inside of my head
Her love is so priceless
That hatred is dead

Her beauty is blinding
And courage so much
She puts up with anger
And such hurtful touch

She knows what to say
When you’re feeling bad
She wipes away your tears
When you’re feeling sad.

She cries when you cry
And laughs when you laugh
She smiles when she’s sad
Cuz she’s just that damn tough.

She works and she works,
And has no time spare.
But will take time for me,
To plait my thick hair.

Cuz that’s what my mother,
Just happens to be like.
She taught me to be grateful,
And taught me to see right.

And I am truly grateful,
For everything she does,
For everything she brings,
And most importantly her love.