Prints Of you again

I needs prints of you,
 Mommy, O I need you back!
Your pink pearl of views
The picture great Esther's clue
Episodes of Hebrew

 At homes watched you daily
Your life an epistles extra
Your mother birthed you good
prolly she from Accra

O, being a Christian you're a light, a dove in a submissive evangel
Beautiful indeed an Aura

Your dazzling smiles hide in my wall
Anytime I gazed it, all I see is Motherhood joyfulness
O I wish the dead be speak
I would be less something so stuff squeak
Abides in my inn's for days
Wonderfully made women.

O I pray that my daughter looks
 like you
If sure the dead do reincarnates
 and lives
 on this mortal brick
Your name i shall give her, trust me!
Already written it on my middle mind.

Less the pain,
If she rudy in complexion that'd finally complete by you.
This would be a 'Mom's back' experiences and in my dialectic beliefs
'Yetunde' her name shall be called
For my dead grandmother has comes again!