Baskadia

Mother's love

In a world filled with wonder and might, There's a love that shines with every daylight. A mother's heart, a radiant flame, Guiding us through life's adventurous game. She holds us close, her arms embrace, A haven of love, a comforting space. Through trials and triumphs, she stands strong, A beacon of hope when things go wrong. Her whispers, a lullaby of sweet grace, Melting away worries, leaving no trace. With gentle hands that wipe away tears, She soothes all fears, erasing our fears. Through

Dear MuM

The love of a mother narrated in a short piece of poem

Motherhood

The joy of motherhood begins when she first held her first baby.

Ogbomoso Stands Still as Sunday Dare Bids Farewell to Mother

The ancient city of Ogbomoso is standing still as the immediate past Minister of Youth and Sports Development, Sunday Dare bids farewell to his beloved mother this weekend. The late matron, whose departure has left a profound void in the hearts of many, will be honoured by her family, as well as notable personalities including past and present Ministers, Governors, and esteemed individuals from various sectors. Among those paying their respects were the Soun of Ogbomoso, Oba Ghandi Afolabi Olaoy

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Mother Africa : Embracing the Nurturing and Resilient Spirit of Africa and personifying the continen

In the heart of the earth, where wild rivers flow, Lies a land of enchantment, where legends bestow, A tale of a mother, so vast and so grand, Her name is Africa, a jewel in the sand. Mother Africa, with arms open wide, She cradles her children, side by side, In her nurturing embrace, they find their home, In the depths of her love, they'll never be alone. Her skin is a tapestry of colors untold, A mosaic of cultures, a history unfold, From the savannas to the towering peaks, Her beauty is endle

Single Mothers Assistance in Nevada

Being a single mother can be challenging, but fortunately, there are various forms of assistance available to support single mothers in Nevada. From financial aid to healthcare programs, the state of Nevada offers resources to help single mothers overcome the hurdles they may face. In this article, we will explore the different avenues of assistance available to single mothers in Nevada, providing them with the necessary information to access support and improve their quality of life. Financial

Earth: Bleakness of the possible future

this poem serves as my very message to the world as it is engulfed in such "havoc"

My mother

The one that gave me life, The one who's cared for me all the way. The one that's there when I cry, The sunshine of my day that person is my mother ,she stood up for me when I gavr up everything my mother is my everything

Mother

The sweet person the world has never lacked❤️✍️

Florists and growers say buy local blooms for Mother’s Day to avoid giving mum a chemical surprise

If you knew the flowers were sprayed with weed killer, would you still buy them for Mother's Day? This Sunday, flower growers and florists are urging customers to choose locally grown blooms to avoid the chemicals in imported products.

"Mother"

A poem about the love of a mother.

A BLESSED MOTHER'S DAY

Thank You Mum for your Consistent Genuine Care and Kind love to me!

The love of a mother

This poem tells us about the love of a mother and how it is important in a child's life. It tells us how a mother's love can help us overcome struggles in life.

I'm tired of this fight

I'm tired of this fight Stop making me your punching bag I am worth more than that I am not your door mat I am not something you can use Then abuse when you are done Thrown out Like yesterday's garbage When you no longer need me I'm tired of this fight That you have already won I feel and I ache Until my bones feel broken And it gets difficult to move I sit in agony Knowing I am not what you desire Knowing that it is just a matter of seconds Until you rip out my heart again Until you shoot me wi

My Parents

How my parents supports me after my failures

Mother and nature

MOTHER AND NATURE Love untold Truth unfold Beats so pure Pains endure Time drew near Cry was heard In pain she smiled Beholding her fruit But tends to fade As her fruit beat began to faint Worried she became Lost in all complexities Joy restored as miracle visit Caged by the fruit never to exit Now a teen waxed in beauty Young, fragile, fair with purity Time on flight;life took of its mask How to run on a bad track There comes a better life With a price for my pride Tears became a sudden wife Ye

Mother

A title to hold with grace A role to fill with care A heart to love without a trace A spirit strong and fair A soul that knows no bounds A mind that sees beyond A hand that holds and never frowns A voice that sings a lullaby A smile that lights the way A face that shines with love each day A mother, you are all of this and more The best there is, the best there's ever been I love you more than words can say And I am so grateful to be your child

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

Betty Shabazz: A brave widow,loving mother and advocate of the oppressed.

Betty "Bahiya" Shabazz was a social activist, a civil rights advocate, and the wife of slain civil rights activist Malcolm X, like her husband she was a vocal advocate for Black empowerment. She was born Betty Dean Sanders on May 28, 1936. While her place of birth is uncertain, she was raised in Detroit. Her father Shelmam Sandlin and mother Ollie Mae Sanders were unwed teenagers. They were abusive to Betty, so at the age of 12, she was fostered by African American couple Lorenzo and Helen Mall