If I were my mother.

Inside, she’s as fierce as the midday sun
But like a peacock she moves with a grace
that brings peace flowing streams give to sages.

Her attitude to life is one for ages
She’s always wearing a smile on her face
Even if to her head is a shotgun

It sure would take all of me not to run
In her shoes, her steps i can not retrace
One soul that can bring comfort in cages

Life’s a game with different stages
Fights i don’t see, Ma with wide arms embrace
One day, i would be grateful as her Son

It’s tough to be someone, talk more of Mom
My shenanigans she soothes like a balm

Victor Oyedele

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