Dear Mama
Dear Mama, skies were grey,Your words, a sunray.In storms, you were my cloak,In despair, the hope I spoke.Every lesson you have sown,In soft soil, carefully grown.Your laughter, my favorite tune,Under stars, beneath the moon.In your arms, a fortress found,In your wisdom, solid ground.You taught me how to stand,With gentle words and firmer hand.Now as I…