DEAREST MOTHER
Of all the graces heaven lent earth,
You are the chiefess
You made a queen because you are the cutest
No crown fits you finer than the title “mother “
I would beg it on my knees
That u made me tea
And served me cheese
Dearest mother,
Making meals that end wars
Praying early at dawn next to the walls
Your lap was my first throne
I made a kingdom in your arms
You said am not one of your mates
But you are still my best mate
Your weren’t my maid
But you still washed my plate
And sconed me for my grades
Brenda A. Juliet