STEEMIT-UYO POETRY CONTEST. A MOTHER; #MY ENTRY

Mommy's source of happiness.
Mommy's source of joy.
Goes to work everyday to get her baby new toys.
She's hungry but feeds you full.
She has been beaten by the sun.
crippled by the soil.
In attempt to water thee to full growth.
Royalty you are to her.
When it late she watches you sleep.
Because that's were lies her inner peace.
She sends you too school and hope you'll reach your peak.
When it time to ball she on the pitch.
When you score she's so proud.
She screams out loud.
That's my king.
She keeps saying till tears for her eye come pouring.
He barely understands but he keeps running.
Goes to hug her and say I love you mommy.