A poem by Williams Adedotun Benjamin for his Mom....

 The womb that bore me

That gave supply of all I needed from when 

I was no more than fluid until when your heart beat I shared 

In pain and discomfort a journey you took in travail

Till your body was no more yours and appetite compromised

The breast that fed me when none other my system could process

Nature's liquid gold that built a bond of trust between mother and child.

A meal unmatched and all round fixer.

Maybe its just liquid Love.

The hands that carried me,

That held me close in the cold of the night

Living through the darkness of the world

With warmth that none could give and peace none could fathom

The eyes that cried over me 

In confusion of what my heart desires

Through which a first glance of the world I took

Oceans of tears as though they could wash off my pains

A reflection of the sky above in every stare

The legs that danced

To no specific rhythm or tune

A bid to sooth my troubled young heart 

With no schedule or appointment

For my happiness you danced all day and night

The heart that worried

In fear for her frail seed 

That my soul be not overwhelmed by the world you brought me in

That my young heart finds its rest in the grace of Abba

Thought me values and the way to go

Your life you've lived, a ground in which mine found root to shoot🌹

Written and signed by: Williams Adedotun Benjamin