Mama you are my definition of LOVE.

Ooohw how you love us. You never post it on Instagram, no social media knows you. You never shout it on mountain tops. I have only heard "I Love you" three times from you that I remember. But mama, my Lord knows how you love us. The look in your eyes when you look at me, oohw how you worry when you don't hear my voice. The everyday calls and how you lament that I haven't been home for so long. The smile that clouds your face when I suprise you with an unexpected home coming. The way you rush to the kitchen to prepair a meal. The look on your face when I break your heart with my silly mistakes. Ooohw the tears you shade praying that I turn out right.
The way your warm hand slaps me when I run my mouth. I never grow up around you, you still teach me even how to hold a knife and how to walk. You coach us on how to be better. You teach us in every opportune time. Mama you taught me maths and english. You made out words for me to read and spell. Mama you still choose clothes for me and even advice me on how to treat my friends.

They say they Love me but how can they say as such, you are my definition love.
People wonder of the woman I am, they ask me where I had learnt my confidence, I sometimes forget to tell them of the warrior who raised me. Of the woman who fights that I be a better woman.
Your steadfast prayers. You still choose my food and cook it, how can I go hungry. Your belly I still cry on when the world kicks my butt. Mama, how often I forget, ooohw, how silly my mind is.
They ask me where I learnt how to walk and talk, they don't know, they don't know you.
He loved me and gave me you.  You are my second gift in life right after him. My LORD loves me and gave me to you. My hero, my warrior, my first Love and my forever. He gave you moulding hands so you can mould me. He gifted me with you. Praise be his holy name, Jesus.
Mama you are my definition of LOVE.