Monday, 9 January 2017

Poetry on The Old Widow: Talking about the pains and joy of raising a child especially when one lives in the extreme corner of the world today.

The Old Widow

The Old Widow
You were carried  for 9moons in her tummy
Remember, she raised you for life's journey
She protected, catered and raised you
Even with wild talks from people, she still praised you

Her loving cares weigh more than a century
In the cold, her heart burns like mercury
She made you become someone better
For you she was a single mother

In her prime She became old and weary
Her pretty fine face wrinkled daily
Her beauty fades, aged skin and moist
But her Love for you kept her poised

That old woman became pale
She was battered and bruised
She made quiet prayers, sail
Her strength is tougher than Zeus

Her strength is like that of a nation
Her prayers are full of domination
She starves herself just to kill your hunger
Your determination will keep her stronger

That old woman widowed and called sinner
Despised; but she was tougher than Xena
She trained you with teardrops and struggled for years
Now, when you make it, don't forget to bring home cheers

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