Best of All
Over the years, I could recall
My father is not best of all
He brought me here
And left me uncared.
And now I am here
Struggling to get there
Never a hand he extend.
My mother one way
Is best of all
Solely she brought me up,
Me and my sisters.
By petty trading, and selling
Of almost all her priced wrappas,
She saw us through school.
Over the years I could recall
My mother one way is best of all.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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