When I'm in any mood, my mother always know,
I don't know how because I never let them show.
Sometimes a false smile may appear so fearing and real,
She see even that but most times only silence she keeps.
She may not know my pains nor the balances of imperfections,
Or maybe she does and just choose not to mention.
At times she would ask, "Son are you Alright?"
Those are the times she knows I'm fighting the hardest of fights.
She is so wise and humble her fierceness amazes me,
I look at her life pains and scars knowing that is stronger than she used to be.
When she seems weak, she cries to God at night or day,
I cry deep inside because at those times I see her pain but don't have the right words to say.
Her struggle was tough and her younger life was traumatic,
I adore her because her heart is righteous and less problematic.
Forgive me Lord, lift me up wipe my tears and let me be strong in heart,
Make me as strong as her so I can help ease the pain of her heart.
my life is not my own, I am my mother's son, her first born and wish,
I want my generation after impact our lives with inherited gifts.
I am not perfect nor perfection is not what I seek,
Thanks to my mother, my first Queen and I'm her first legacy.