Sweet mother

Sweet mother:

The cry of a child
is so sweet to the ears of a mother;
but nuisance to many.
When all was asleep,
how could mama sleep,
for I am awake.
Your breast soothed me,
until sleep took over me,
over the years, mother,
I have come to conclude,
mother,
"No one be like you,
sweet mother"
How could I forget you, mother:
"for the suffer wey you suffer for me"
When all lost hope in me,
your hope in me
never waned a bit.
"No one be like you,
sweet mother"
 

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