SYNONYM OF THE HOLY SPIRIT – A POEM BY E.T.H…AINA

Who is my mother?

She is a priceless entity – an eternal blessing

The biggest fish I ever caught and will ever catch

When I was a youngster – She had sleepless nights

And she knew all the lullabies.

Saying my panegyric is one of her hobbies

Growing up, she did a lot of things so that I won’t suffer

Many a time she would not eat

If I refused to eat.

She did a lot of herculean tasks because

she wanted to immortalize her name

By making me a future leader.

She put my feet on the right path because

She never wanted me to go astray

She taught me God’s commandments and

She told me to be an active Christ’s follower

Dear mum,

I’ve plucked out all the exquisite words I have in my dictionary

But failed to find the perfect word to describe your awesomeness

So, if I could I would edit the Bible to add my mother

As the SYNONYM OF THE HOLY SPIRIT

My mum is the best.

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E.T.H…AINA

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