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May 2016
Dearest mother.

When you were young
And your mother sang to you, lullaby songs
You knew there was nothing to fear
For you had all your mother's care
You suckled on her succulent breast
And laid your bare head on her evermore protective chest
She'd pat your back and start to sing
As her melodious voice, lures you to sleep
She prays to osun to keep you safe
And begs orunmila to try to save,
You from any trouble you see in your dreams,
& help you every day, whichever way it seems
And as you grow
Little do you know
All your mother has been through
All just because of you.
Emmanuel Coker
Written by
Emmanuel Coker  London
(London)   
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