THIS WOMAN - A Poem In Celebration Of The African Woman

I want to share this piece of poetry i wrote few years back in celebration of the African woman and every lady out there as we join you in celebration of mothers day.

Mother stands for

M - For the MILLION things she gave me,
O - For shes growing OLD,
T - For the TEARS she shed to save me,
H - For her HEART of purest gold,
E - For her EYES, with love-light shining,
R - For she is always RIGHT and always be.



She moves in silky steps,
Carving out treacherous lines and dainty sonnets,
Her wriggling waist weaves romantic poems,
When she dances,
Her bare feet raises dust from the brown earth,
And they seem to hang over her,
Stuck in awe,
A testament to her prowess.

The beads of her waist jingles.
They sing a song of its own,
They tell a tale often untold,
And its rainbow like beauty it flaunts,
Proud and bold.

Upon her lips,
Courage sings.
None rivals the tenacity of her words,
Her allure screams.
Her soul and spirit embedded in its bond.

Her twin fawns stand tall
Rising and falling with the the beat of her ever thumping heart.
Tiny rivulets of sweat hang upon her forehead,
Adding lustre to a sheen unseen.

Her arms moves swiftly with her leaping steps,
Though weary,
Her sagging back,a tower of strength.

She tills the earth,
Fill the earthenware,
Sing and coo to the crying children,
While tending the flames beneath the boiling millet,
Yet the gleam in her eyes never darken,

Out of the well of her heaving breast,
The child squeezes and suckles of her courage,
Her tenacity and her dauntless heritage.
Of her comely grace,
Men of valor are made.

This woman of idyll novelty,
Lives in every heart.
Her art,
An eternal legacy.

LWB