The sun sang a love song in Spanish that sun-lit summer I met your dad.
Those days, ladies walk with their leg closed until they met their husbands.
You are pronounced pure if those succulent moons on your chest stood firm.
You will be called a saint if you knew nothing about ***.

Your dad was just becoming a man when I met him.
My father won’t call you a man until your bushy chest grow trees.
Your dad words are entrancing, it can make a fish want to swim in steaming oil.
I gave him my heart, the day he said I will forever be a ******,
If I read that book written when people love.

Son, virginity is a virtue you must value.
A foundation for marital trust.
But, don’t think that all the journey takes.
You need more than a piece-of-flesh to build a lasting home.

If apostle peter said to you faith add
Then to your virginity add common sense – wisdom
Remember Folake, the garden between her was vandalized
Like her, many a lady is victim of circumstance.

Know the difference between real virgins and technical ones.
You can commit ****** acts without *******.
You don’t have to dig a hole in that ****** soil before you defiled
Many are running to hell thinking they are dancing at the gate of heaven.

In marriage, faithfulness to your partner is the synonym to virginity.
What kept me pure before marriage is keeping me purer after it.
Your dad took the emblem the first night we meet,
But that inner virtue – virginity is still intact.

Son, I am still a ******

Your method of parenting does not work.
You can't deprive a plant of light
and expect it to grow.
So why do you deprive me of happiness
and expect me to not drown
in sadness?

My mum,
Is a gem,
Busy as a bee,
Calm as a summer sea.
Elegant,with a unique style,
Never without a smile.
A fun loving, doting parent,
My best friend.
The apple of my dad's eyes,
For her sake he survives,
His love,
His gentle dove.
She is a woman of many talents,
Best,she loves to paint,
Her paintings are poetry on canvas,
Her paintings can be seen in art ģalleries.
She hates housework,
But her responsibilities she does not shirk.
That's my mum,sweet as can be,
She will always love me.

You seem like you'll always
be
your beautiful head,
all brilliant full
but never led;
knowing steps in deep
winter snow,
and when to wait
in summertime glow;
no-one could ever deem you foe
as the destination is wonder
wherever you go.

The darkness pulls me closer.
Inch by inch,
First a foot,
Then a waist,
All I see now is the darkness of death,
It slowly smothers me.
I reach into the loving light of life,
My hope flickers out.
Suddenly you grab hold of my trembling hand. Your touch,
As calming as a lullaby in the dead of night.
I clasp onto you,
My last sign of hope holding my hand. You pull me out of the darkness,
Out of death,
Back into the light,
Into life.
You are my saviour,
Giving me a second chance to live my life. Giving me the will to keep fighting for my life. You are my source of laughter,
You are my source of love,
You are my source of life,
You are my mum.

When all I see is darkness,
Your my light,
When all I see is hate,
Your there to be my mum and love me,
I love you,
Your the one who went through the pain so I could be born,
I'm more than thankful,
So with this poem,
I hope you understand how much I love you
When I'm a teen,
I might act as rude as others do,
But no matter what others do..
I will never hate you,
Your amazing,
And ...
I'm weird,
So are you,
I love you...
but your always gonna be the crazy funny mum you are,
I'M A BANNANA
YOUR A BANNANA
WERE ALL BANNANAS
I HAVE NO GRAMMER