Woman

Poetry

She is called a woman because she was taken out of man

She shared the same rib cage that of a man,
To be working alongside him
God called her a help meat to a man, not a slave
She had the nature that a man doesn’t
She is made tender and loving,
Yet she had a heart that is so big
A woman is like a rose
If she is treated with respects and genuine love,
 She blooms more as a lily
Her love is like a ripple in clear water
That reaches out to those nearby

 

She is a honored vessel, not a punching bag
She has human integrity just like men
For every home, she is the maker
A mother is a woman
She felt the pain a father couldn’t
When a child is down with illness
She is the first to panic
Nine months was long enough
To be part of a child’s early life
When she talks, she meant it
When she cried
She is overwhelm with emotions

 

As the her hair goes grey
She has the wisdom
Watching from her kitchen
She instructs one who just blossom
Her thoughts are now gloomy
Her eyes is now full of warning
Young lady, I have been there
I am too old to fight
Her words may always hurt
Yet she knew what is best for Ladies
A life that is content
A family that is constructive
Love that never ends in shame