Mother my Flower Lyrics

She broke through walls and tall mills for me

She broke through fires and long walks to see me walk free

Free from breaking through the trauma of a burnt skin life

She broke through for me

She kept me for two months extra

I facing the wrong direction, refusing to exit and etcetera

She however, being the person she is,

Opted for the scissor just to render my life better

Her chronic disease kicked in when I was born

I healthy, she torn Torn by the agony of facing life differently for the rest of her life

Yet, I was born

She adorned me as though torn from her agony

I was more than a thorn to her

She was more than corn to me

But it was meant to be

I was fat and unproductive, she was healthy and active

Yet she became unfit to live, except to live for me

An ugly exchange, one for life itself to change

I would have chosen to die, for me to live in peace with God

Yet she chose to live and give off every day as a living sacrifice, to gain life as though to gain life

For me

My angel in brown skin disguise

She was strong, naturally built to carry my heavy weight

Beautiful, I'm sure, enough to walk around with ugliness all day

Courageous to face despise

Strong-willed to parent alone after my father's goodbye

Doubt, my biggest enemy had no chance against her, though it tried

Against her, it sighed

Hence, I became one who couldn't cry

She loved me to bits as I grew in nits

Stroked my temper with her wits

At one stage, she and dad decided to send me away

But being away was a way to draw me nearer to her

I missed her, she missed me more

In our distance, together with age, I knew there are things I had to thank her for

But it would make sense to thank God mostly for her

So, I pray when I get the chance

Dear Lord, thank you for her time and thank you for her tummy

Thank you for her thoughts and laughter when she found me funny

Thank you for her pain and her loss of what she could have gained in my absence

Thank you for teaching through her sacrifice, love, discipline and acceptance

But, most of all, dear Lord, thank you for her

My mother

My flower