Today I had that feeling I had never felt before, when I saw that newborn beautiful baby appareled in an African style, a sheep fur. she was giving out a luminous light as a result of her incessant flashing smiley face like the moon in the firmament that bright at night. It made me reminisced what I was told about my mother's past experienced. How she carried me for nine full moon in her womb And how her appearance changed to that of prune by passing through the family way she conceded the pain which caused her body to become wane. She went through signs and symptoms that made her vapid But despite the hectic days carrying that heavy basket, she stood as an intrepid Fighting hiving bees and believing in her aura to do anything for the specie in her womb to be at peace. My mother fell seven times, but her resilience made her to rise up seven times. And she lack the tendency to prattle, Because she had a lump which made her speech to be little. Since I was born, I have never seen my mother troubled trouble, But the pain of childbearing troubled her The scars and stretch marks could tell how she fought for the deliverance of her youngster. How she forbade some body timbers And how are clothes got amper. The time she made herself unnecessary and selfless Instead of her live to eat, She ate for me to live For I was her nearest and dearest.