A LETTER TO MY MOTHER

For all your unpaid services For all the pains I caused you For your unshakable love without perimeter For being my bedcover For making me a world fully clad with love For soothing and kissing my every hurts to make it well For being my throw cushion when I fall For being my goddess For being the will to hold on For being my pillar of strength For being my subterranean well of wisdom For being the only heart that understands me For being my pitch and the wind beneath my wings For your sweet attouchement on my cheek For teaching me little angel prayer and Gods holy book For singing me hushaby when sleep forsook my open cornea For drying away my tears and taking away my fears For all the things I didnt say or do Here are my enthralling words of appreciation Straight from the heart of your indebted son In your smile I see the real beauty of femaleness In your walk I see the Corinthian cavort of all women In your songs I hear a million cantus In your cries I feel the bitterness of a bleeding sheep Oh! Jah please spare my life

So I could reward your care, When you are old and ailing, My able arm shall be your dwell. It will be my turn to be your bedcover, My turn to be your cushion and arm rest Yes my own turn to watch over you. THANK YOU VERY MUCH MOMMY

IF YOU WERE TO ADD UP THE SALARIES AND VALUE ALL THE JOBS THAT YOUR MOTHER PERFORMS, HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK HER SERVICES WOULD BE WORTH? APPRECIATE YOUR MOTHER TODAY SHES THE WORLDS GREATEST WORKER BUT POORLY REMUNERATED AND APPRECIATED.