Mama Zeke's 1st Mothers Day

Occasioned in May

The ball's in play

So I can say

You take the cake

But I eat it

Every day.

Graduated in May

To always stay

Come what may

Real not fake

In Abba's Spirit

Every day.

Coloured in May

Autumn trees sway

The season to say,

As you awake

To son's cry flit

Every day,

Loved in May

Mama Zeke prettay!

What can I say?

Confession make?

But I'm by beauty bit

Every day.

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