Baskadia

Time

Time flew

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

My mother

..."Mother she called again. This time louder than first time, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. She had called over and over, trying to know what had gone wrong. To know what she had done to receive such a treatment from her birth Mom Mother! She called again as she advanced toward the woman who still maintained her position. "I thought I had established a daughter-mother relationship" she asked herself but got no response. She moved closer again, close enough to see her

My mother my strength

Lovely mother RIP

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

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

VALENTINE OZIGBO MOURNS WITH FATHER EBUBE MUO NSO ON THE LOSS OF THE CLERIC'S MOTHER

NKWELLE EZUNAKA, Anambra State – In a solemn gathering filled with notable figures, Valentine Ozigbo, the respected Nigerian business leader and 2021 Anambra Gubernatorial Candidate, attended the funeral of Late Ezinne Grace Udefi Obimma, mother of Rev. Fr. Chibuzo Emmanuel Obimma (Ebube Muo Nso). The burial Mass, held on Wednesday, January 10, 2024 at St. William's Catholic Church in Nkwelle Ezunaka, Oyi LGA, Anambra State, was officiated by His Grace, Most Rev. Valerian Okeke, the Catholic Arc

What mother means

Mother's love is what you need to become who you want to be

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

Adult Mother

As A Mother, Do You Think You're Too Old To Go To School? You're not. Youneed to return to school and proceed with your schooling. Maybe you might want to procure your most memorable degree or you might want to acquire another degree in an alternate field. You've been longing for that degree however haven't thought for even a second to accept your dream can work out as expected on the grounds that you assume you are excessively old. It truly is just straightforward. It doesn't matter to me what y

Earth: Bleakness of the possible future

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

Africans mother's

In Africa's embrace, under the golden sun, Reside mothers strong, where life has begun. Their grace, a river flowing, deep and wide, African mothers, in them, love's purest tide.From Sahara's dunes to the Cape of Good Hope, African mothers endure, in faith, they cope. In the rhythm of life, they stand as the beat, Guiding their children with hearts pure and sweet.In their eyes, stories of ancient tribes unfold, Wisdom passed down, more precious than gold. Through hardship and joy, their spirit s

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

Mother

Your love story flows like water Your aura brings warmth I love you because you are always by my side I want to stay with you all the time I don't want to lose you Oh mother… I love you so much I also want to try to stay by your side Exchanging stories and singing while spending time with you My love can not disappear My love will not diminish Oh mother Stay with me Spending time until the end of my life

MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

The love of a mother is incomparable

Mother's love

‏یہ ذات، رنگ، نسل تمہارا مسئلہ ھے میری ماں مجھے روز چومتی ھے.

International mother language Day

Languages are the most powerful instruments of preserving and developing our tangible and intangible heritage. All moves to promote the dissemination of mother tongues will serve not only to encourage linguistic diversity and multilingual education but also to develop fuller awareness of linguistic and cultural traditions throughout the world and to inspire solidarity based on understanding, tolerance and dialogue.

Mother loves his child

Man should never forget the hard work of mother for him

The Spirit of a Mother