This Woman
She's the woman I saw
when I was alone
she's the woman who sung
when I was deaf
she made me bite
with my toothless gum
Shes the woman whose smile
I cherish and miss
the woman whose aromatic kiss
irritated my foes who hissed
with her heart, I never tease
The woman who called me baby
the woman that tickled me
and triggered my cheeks
she pricked my hooves for free
and detained my torment in leaks
The woman before whom I bow
and call mom for the care
loving smiles and lulls
the lady whose nature a ware
to store all for I needed all
Mother is a precious woman
I ever missed whenever I teased
for the kisses of loneliness engulfed
denouncing the spirits to the mute
mother mother a blossoming pearl
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2019
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