This day awakens enviable smile on your face.
Time after time you look into my eyes and smile, laying me on a lace.
In a number of decades back, troubled by the kicking behind your navel but you can't chase;
It was an evidence of awaiting good tidings.
So many a time have I tried to shine the light;
And to show the impetus behind my hard-kick,
But you were too fulfilled to take my hike.
And now another measure you've added to my feeds,
For my gracious creator grants me more years than I've lived.
But at this cycle I beg your indulgence to solo.
Mother!
I knew my today from yesterday.
How sorry that I'd to kick so hard and soil your day;
But was only trying to send a message to the land set before me.
Trying to let you know I was right within you,
Waiting to be born and breed in your hands.
And you knew no sorrow but it was hard.
Never forget I once gave you stress-out, and that's when you realised my sensitivity.
The day I refused custard for pap,
Splashing cow milk on your face, and all I desired was your milk pipe.
What I wanted I knew;cow milk is to animals, as custard lacks my nutrients.
And on arrival, you needed no midwifery.
What a blast of smile when you beheld me; and your hands cracking laughter instead of a cry of suffering.
It shown how much my world've expected me.
Though I tried looking on the outside in four months of inhabiting you, but the bones in my flesh needed more time.
I know you wondered I was in haste to behold this world of wild wield.
That I intend to let into the wind;
In your eyes it was so loud, how your heart murmur,
In the midst of falling morality my horn is help high.
Uhh!
Before the earthly journey, my princess I knew.
While driven by the umbilical cord I received a telegram that she was to be born sixty-two days of my arrival,
Some streets from my new home.
I knew my today from that day!
Why an offer of friendship, love withou lust, the damsels before now know not.
And letting her grow into a woman, good to look upon, I battled.
Now she's all around me, with a bangle.
How right the hand-pick, you bother.
Behold the road that cut between her front teeth, her hirsute skin and fair lips, have my heart aroused.
What we've is born of eternity and we shine the light.
Mother! Take care of her, My Fut. 4 Real and my Princess, till I come to fulfil her rights.
You're always in my heart, my "B".
DEDICATED TO:
The two wonderful women in my life (my Mother and my "B").
SENT FROM: My birthday.
