For all the things I never said
I’m sorry that I never did
I thank you for your precious time
For teaching me how to climb
I love you more than summertime
You’ve been such a good friend of mine
And every sacred word is true
I learned to love because of you and
Oh mama I saw the world
And it was good
And full of kindness
Every step I took you held my hand
And watched me grow
You’ll never know
How much I love you
And I am not afraid, I’m not afraid
I finally grew
Mama this one’s for you
You always look beyond the dark
You told me joy lives in the heart
And life is what you make of it
Make sure to cherish every bit and
Oh mama I saw the world
And it was good
And full if kindness
Every step I took you held my hand
And watched me grow
You’ll never know
How much I love you
And I am not afraid, I’m not afraid
I finally grew
Mama this one’s for you
You, you, you
Mama this one’s for you
You, you, you
Mama this one’s for you
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Today’s music prompt is about our beautiful mothers out there.
My father will always say that I’m from the Northern part of Nigeria. Maybe he has forgotten where I’m from, my mother’s womb????
To participate in the prompt:
-Click on the link to watch video
-Compose a poem inspired by the song
-Post it on DWW MUSIC PROMPT ????
-Share it on Social media platforms
-Use the hashtag DAILYWISDOMWORDS
WRITE A POEM FOR YOUR MAMA AND MAKE SURE YOU TAG HER SO WE CAN KNOW HER✍️????
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You caught me when I fell
My pain was yours
I love you as you shared
Your gentle was my happy
I’m not me w/o your love
My loves dear because of you
Hand in hand you took me here
You showed me who to find
To save my heart, my mind
If all is lost I still have you
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My mama she cusses a lot
Though I don’t give a jot
She has a heart of gold
Character so bold..
Cinnamon smell in the air
She cooks up a flair
Swaying to country rhythm
In her tiny funky kitchen,
Living her days in a frenzy
My mama is a beautiful story.