Once a daughter
Felt her mother's love
Very sweet
At times tough
All and all
She enjoyed it
The tender love
And education
The tender love
And dedication
Now she is another
A mother in waiting
She is curious
And afraid
That motherhood
Would come in a raid
And erase her beautiful shape
All she had to
Was have hope
And garce
For Father God
Ya Allah is full of hope
It took me long to pen it down
But it wouldn't take long to erase that frown
For you are a queen
You deserve the throne
Have patience that's all
For it's going to be tough
It's going to be rough
But like wise it's going to be sweet
It's going to be joyous...
©diabetic
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