One gentle life that opened the door to the world for me, let the first sun of my being hit gracefully upon my tender skin, and initiated my young eyes into the cult of life, your hands dipped into waters, which gave me the first taste of life, that wet the child and the man in me your nipple caressed and romanced my tender tongue, which tasted like the brook that flows through your soul, that I made my first babble, yelled my first innocent cry, You cuddled me as no one has, sang lullaby that calmed and made me sleep You are tender to motherhood, womanhood is your eternal gift dear mama. The next in line that came after me, barely the same time was… For the joy of knowing each other better, we disagreed, fought and rebelled. Today, together, we're talking the past, holding hands like lovers remembering our days and our friends back in public school, you taught me the truth about love, how a woman truly loves, and how to accept a woman's love. I didn't go places without letting you know nor played games without your approving eyes. You were next to a mother, you still are, my dear sistah You were the last to come, yet you turned out a champion and grabbed my medals. You made me realize tenderness away from home, the home that brought me into being You gave me boundless reasons to love a stranger… The audacity of a queen you always carry with you. Today, you know my pains and the balm that soothes them. You are no other than whom you are…a wealth of affection, the embodiment of graceful life…that's who you are. I call you mother, I call you friend, I call you sistah, you are my lover and companion. You will always be my significant other!