Mother's Love

Well tell mother, her smile is a light
Its a flashing gold-ray from a sourse
so brightBut if love is for love, then mother
You deserve the love, its blue,
so bluelike a sky after the rain,
huddle With a warm African sun,
so is your loveBut mother,
if joy was for joyThen please enjoy,
what I say on this reed
Is what is inscribed by my handYet mother,
the hands stretch,
all things meant
For love is love,
that which is blue
For if it is pure,
the pink roses on the wall map.
This is for love mother,
its for your due