Momma loves
me, pop loves me
But this is
for mums she loves me
she fed me, and she dressed me
Nyawitta raised me, and whether right or wrong
that’s my hood and gave me the right and the wrong
Momma there changed my nappies
she fed me, and she dressed me
Nyawitta raised me, and whether right or wrong
that’s my hood and gave me the right and the wrong
Momma there changed my nappies
Found me in
the wrong always punished me
I can never
trade anything I got from her
I was a kid
all I knew was just her
The queen
she is I was her prince
Cleaned my
ears, washed my hair
Made sure I was
neat every time I went out
My shoes polished,
my clothes pressed
Damn mama
you spoiled me
I made friends
introduced them to mama
She treated
them her own kids
So kind, so
loving momma you awesome
In the dark
you told me stories
Made feel I was
stronger than I felt
I am lucky
to have a momma
I go on my
knees and I thank God
In her I found
reason to life and smile on my face
I keep
thinking of 9 months before September 29th
She carried
me and 30 years later she still loves me
Momma loves
me, thanks for the love
I will
always adore you.
This mama’s
day I celebrate you
I would not
have been here without you
My number
one hero, mad love mum
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