Being A Mother
You've taught me so many things, my baby. How to use both hands, For three tasks, And carry four items, With one hand. You've taught me so much, my baby. That dreams do come true, When I'm holding you, In my arms. You've taught me to grow, Both in mind and in heart, From end until start. You're so beautiful. But the main thing you taught me, my baby, Is how to love. In a world full of hate. Boneata Bell