Dedicated to Rev Carol Combs (My Mum)
She wasn't the one,
That gave birth to me.
But spiritual and motherly
She did,
She is like a butterfly
For her songs
Is love and peace
I thought her kind is over
Until I met her Joseph
Because I call her mom in spirit
She is a Mary.
Her Joseph posses
The character of her
Just like hyacinth
The greatest flower
Of love and passion.
Heaven I pray to thee
That I don’t want to lost this gift
A gift but thousand in one
If I must talk about her
Then a whole encyclopaedia
Will never be space full.
My in Hope and vision the People
I don’t want to miss forever.
But wish them to kiss me
Goodnight.
When I have change the world
In the Land for the Glory of Heaven.
By Akinbo Samuel Kayode
