MY MUM,MY EVERYTHING

Sing, Muse, of Iya mi, my everything, Whose love, a boundless ocean, takes its wing. A tale of strength, of grace, and gentle hand, A mother's heart, the anchor of the land. From dawn's first light till evening shadows creep, Her tireless spirit knows no time for sleep. She toils and cares, as sun in the night, Guiding her children with her holy light. Iya mi, first teacher, wise and ever true, From her I learned what's right, what I must do. She showed me paths of kindness, love, and grace, And how to wear a smile upon my face. Through trials faced, when shadows filled the air, Iya mi's strength would banish all despair. Her quiet words, a balm upon the soul, Made broken spirits once again feel whole. Like mighty rivers carving through the stone, Her perseverance, to all is known. She built a home on faith and honest toil, And nurtured hope within the fertile soil. Iya mi, protector, shield against the pain, Her love a fortress, standing firm again. Against the world's harsh winds and bitter cold, Her warm embrace, a story to be told. And though I wander, far beyond her sight, Her spirit guides me with its gentle light. I carry her within my heart each day, Iya mi🥹🥰❤️💯