Yohanis Garoma

​My mother, a star, my world's own sun,
A beacon of hope when the day is done.
Her love, a river, deep and true,
A constant force that sees me through.

​She taught me to stand, to rise and not fall,
She answered my every desperate call.
With gentle hands and a soothing voice,
She gave me a life of endless choice.

​Her laughter, a song, her tears, a plea,
For every good thing she wished for me.
She’s my first friend, my truest guide,
My safe harbor where I can hide.

​My mother, my hero, my heart's own beat,
A love so pure, a memory so sweet.
For all you've done, and all you are to me,
My gratitude runs deeper than the sea.