• hosadu 10w

    Mother

    How did you architect yourself as my first cradle
    How gentle, how kind how soothing your touch
    So alert your eyes and ears day and night
    How sweet your lullaby, no missing tones
    No doubt, You are an intricate design of the creator

    I slept for hours on your lap like a standing cradle
    I jumped like a swing for days on your shoulders
    I ate spilling out on your dress like a messed kitchen
    I was fearless, you were around to guard
    No doubt you are an intricate design of the creator
    ©hosadu