Fruitfully multiply.

Birthed of the Earth you have been nourished and loved
you’ve heard of connective-tales of how you were sent from above.

You live with purpose, give the best hugs and encompass ooldes of fun.
I can tell that you have been cared for and nourished. Who’s your Mum?

You are a wonderful addition to the world; with purpose you’ve grown.
A product of your parents “contribution;” proof of love and labor sown.

You learned from them and loved like them, then you, too bore another.
You jumped the broom, and thereafter in a room, you became a Mother.

He became a father and the two of you were knighted with fruit.
Your “I” Contribution will carry your DNA and reproduce a reflective suit.

A chip off of the ol’ block.

We are all very similar, just different version of,
so when that little one acts up, like you used to — give them more love.

They are part of you; 50% is what you put in.
They are not disrespectful varmin; they are your kin.

Fruit is good; your fruit especially.
Mason them not in a jar like jelly.

What has grown in woman’s belly is a contribution to life.
Behold favor to the man that found her and made her his wife.

If you have a treasure of a mother in your sight/midst,
I pray thee rise, with wide eyes, and make her breakfast.

Are you her “I” Contribution? Or has thou made a child with her?
Either way, pay homage today – showcase her glory and worth.

Males are  born of and many enjoy her skirt. It’s called human nature.
And though the whole world may turn on you – not her; because she made ya.’

Every man is to be celebrated; every man has purpose and worth.
Every man is born of woman. Today, we’ll celebrate her first.

For next month is coming soon;
We will sing a song for Dad in June.

This morning is beautiful, starting with its early morning dew.
Good morning to every “I” Contribution alive – I am just like you.

Thank God for my parents; my mothers DNA came through.
My “I” Contribution to the internet rests in this view.

I am a mother, too;
birther of poetic hues and intellectual dues.

I am birthed 2 of 4 by the same father and mother.
My purpose abounds; I’m a humanity lover.

I love you, sincerely like a mother would.
I compose griot/poetry/sonnets for your journey good.

My “I” Contribution is more than flesh.
Qui Creative Content keeps the lobes wet.

Don’t ever be dry.
This is my Contribution of “I.”

For the withal to nourish, I yield thanks my Mother’s way,
I’m Qui
Wishing every Mom in the History of man a HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.

and of course,