I Love her…
The woman who’s hands
Are calloused,
whose back breaks
From all the placements of babies
Upon it.
Years after years.
That woman who puts on
Various masks through life’s stages.
First of a delicate carer,
Then of a strict teacher,
Then that of an enemy,
Before residing as a friend.
The woman with one thing constant,
Despite the mask-
Her soul:
The soul of a carer,
The heart of a lover.
The woman whose palms
Have grazed various parts of
My body. That woman whose arms
Will always be open to me:
Calling in silence,
No matter where I go, what I do
You are always welcome home.
That woman,
With her luscious frocks
And stout frame….
I love that woman.
Oh, I love this…it so reminds me of my Grandma who raised me.
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Awww Thank you very much! I’m glad… ♥️♥️♥️
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Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
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such a beautiful poem in praise of the woman who has the centre role in you ur life.
Miriam
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She has my heart! Thank you
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I have no words, I have tears reading the line of your poem…amazing!!!
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Thank you very sir, I appreciate it 😊😊
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Awesome poem!
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Thank you Joy 😄
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Tremendous Poem, with so much heart behind every word chosen. 🙂
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Thank you very much Beckie. Indeed, this poem is from my heart 💞
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You are so welcome. 🙂
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Beautiful piece!
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Thank you very much Lina 😄
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How beautiful is this one! 🙂
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Aww thank you very much Prakash
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Great post
Pls see this
https://reveuse014.wordpress.com/2018/04/09/a-woman-should/
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