So, my tribute to Women's Day is to all the Mothers, Sisters and Wives of our nation that face adversities day by day and still have the inner power to go on and keep their families together. Against all odds you still shine and nurture.
So, instead of me blabbing in this blog post. I want to dedicate a poem I wrote bout 5 years ago.
Sweet Woman Sweet mother
Her skin is the first you touch when you enter this world.
She women's up from the days that she is only a girl.
Her pearls are hidden in her eyes and behind her heart
Spoken words of love is our shield, her face is our guard.
In her essence of being and to be ominous in our lives
Her glow of happiness could light up your night.
Even though her years may tire her, may wear her off
Somehow she still goes on and carries on to give love.
Her perfume that often stays behind long after she said goodbye
Hating to leave her babies behind drowning in their cries.
She had the strength to pick up your tiny body until now
Even older now, she still picks us up when we are down
Her touch is untainted, unique sweet thunder caress
The sense...... intense..........endless.
Sweet woman, sweet mother.
you are endless, from daughter to mother.
you are endless. from girl to woman
you are endless, your caress, intenssseeee, an incensssee in me.
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