THE TRIUMPHANT WOMAN
Celebrating; My Mum
Poem by: Peculiar Emmanuel
A woman that can spend time praying on her kneels than walking on high heels
A woman with whom many burdens she can bear and not the ones with many bottles of beer.
A woman who brings her family to agreement and not to argument.
Who is she?
*The Triumphant woman.
Her husband's sight
Her children's flight
Her families light and..
Her enemies fright.
Who is she?
*The triumphant woman.
Disciplined yet Discipled
Friendly yet Fiery
Morally Alive yet Spiritually alert
Beautiful yet dutiful
Who is she?
*The Triumphant woman.
I can still try to imagine how comfortable it was in your womb
That was my first time of being in something more than a 5 star hotel.
I'm glad I lodged freely for 9months..
Beyond a mum you've carried us as partners in Gods patterns.
Dear mum;
Thank you for giving birth to a burning nation
Just like the hen shields her chicks when the hawk hovers
You covered us in prayers while the thief bothers around our borders.
Regardless of what it may cost you.
You played the Dice
You paid the price
And now we enjoy the prize.
"Thank you" is not Thank you enough for me to thank you my Gold
But I promise to make you walk on Gold and give you the sceptre to hold.
You are all in one and you are all I've Won
You are one in a million and a million in one
My Mother.... everything on earth says your worth is "More than"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM
Yours lovely;
Odiche Nwam.
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