Mamma

By GB

 

The woman that raised me since birth,

the same woman that cleaned me after I’ve been playing in dirt.

She read me stories, then tucked me into bed,

and when I done wrong, she’d never hesitated to go across my head.

When I was ill or came down with a cold, she was my doctor,

and when I had a role in the school play, she was my director.

My mamma is great, Ma used to help me with my homework, and even a spelling test.

Then Ma would send me off to school with a smile & kiss,

and she’d say, “Don’t worry I know you’ll do your best.”

My mother’s cooking is amazing; everything is delicious and made with love.

I know there’s a God, ‘cause my mother is a gift from the heavens above.

Ma was there when that girl broke my heart,

 She’s the one that repaired it, and said, “This is just the start.”

I can go on & on about how good my mother is, but this poem will never be done.

So never take your mother for granted, you only get one.

A wise woman said that, “that’s why I can’t imagine life without her…

I just don’t wanna.”

She’s my rock, the leader of my support team,

some call her L, some call her auntie,

but I call her Mamma

Comments

  1. *Tears* so few of us even acknowledge the importance of our mothers and how crucial she is and was to our very survival. if heaven had a key, she would be it. Thank you for this infinitely important reminder.

  2. Awesome! Feel the same way about my Mom.

  3. This is beautiful. And as a mom, I hope my son will feel the same about me. I like the line “she’d never hesitated to go across my head,” we certainly need that sometimes, don’t we? 🙂 Thanks for sharing and love your momma!

  4. i love this peom this is a nice peom that touch the heart

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