WO

My son
With pain did i bring you forth
Nine months of untold discomfort
This that i say comes from within
Next time you come across a woman
Respect her for you know not her struggles

My son
Last night i said a prayer for you
That you shall not follow those woe - mens' footsteps
The pleasure of more than one wife
Only breeds sorrow and rejection.
Do not be carried away by your lusts
The journey between a woman's legs
Is endless
Be content with what is yours
Learn, listen, nurture, teach her kindly

My son
When you fell sick i held you in my arms,
I carried you on my back,
You suckled and clung to my breasts
That i tell you is my love that lasts forever

Never forget your mother
And in the same way
Always carry and take care of your wife
She might be imperfect
But there is no one else like her
Making you smile through the tears
For she is a wo-man
Love her alone
Lust not after other wo-men
If you do!
Its only a disgrace to your mother.