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RE: Tell Mama.

in Blockchain Poets2 years ago

I won't stop until everyone knows I'm my Mama's son
I won't stop until she looks down from heaven and smile
Smiling, pointing at me and with her words saying: "That's my boy"
I hope I can look up to heaven and catch your smile too

This is so beautiful. As a mother myself, if my children write such a poem as yours to me, I am more than proud.

Ever heard of this proverbs?
"The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world."
The meaning expresses the absolute truth that the person who raises a child, usually the mother, imbues the child with personal characteristics and beliefs.

That child may/will have an impact on future generations and the world. So, even though she was no longer around by this point, that mother, through her child, influenced the future and, as the saying goes, "ruled the world."

Sorry for your loss, May her soul R.I.P. 🌹

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That's so beautiful and indeed, the hands that rocks the cradle rules the world because their influence would forever stay. Thank you so much my friend.

"For a son, their mother was their first love and forever will be." Blessed be your heart!, @olawalium

Always and forever... Thank you my friend. 🤗