It was at the start of the tenth hour
When mama voluntarily showed me the way
Timely relieving herself from a duffle so sour
That did energize me along the way
She was apadagogtress and an advice shower
Who my toddler mind fed with a rightful living way
A moral unknown even to a synagogue goer
Assigned to tame souls in a Godly way
She ceaselessly gripped me when my pace became slower
Through the streets of life she led me away
Immunizing me to immorality, the reputation devourer
Despite being her flouter in one way or the other
Till when we wreathed her soul to rest
With a hope to meet her in the life that will forever last.