The bud always start small,
As a small tiny Adolescent.
Always being backed;
By its single leafy Mother-bird.
The Mother spreads,
And always at her young green age,
Before the stem gets her;
Impregnated with its water sperm.
The bud is never alone,
It always come with siblings.
It grows into teenage age,
Playful with each other,
As they are attached to a semi-stem.
The Mother always maintain its freshness,
And always breed her babies,
As they reach adulthood and can struggle alone.
Before she finally aged away.
Written By: ADEBAYO, Busayo.
Note
All
am preaching is: If one still has a
Mother, should be thankful and never rebel against her. Never abandon her at old age; and always make
her boldly proud to call you ‘MyDaughter’ or ‘MySon’.
No comments:
Post a Comment