Those praises in the key of Momma

The highest allegiance

accorded in acknowledgement
that one –

cannot reciprocate

those ethereal investments
that secured my protection.

Seeing the power
garnered from redemptive confines
of love –

seeds planted by
the gardener
only to bloom and reflect their glory.

It is the domicile of the fool
who chooses to relegate it
to the realm of silence.

So, I shout your praises
with nary a hestitation

The highest title tendered –
the sweetest name given.
Momma.

This seed that bloomed –
will always endeavor
to reflect your light.

I wish that God’s grace will continue to rain down on your face – Happy Birthday Momma!

About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.