Hello my dear God,
I know am no great enough,
I have no gold, be it silver;
I have no authority,
Either Earthly or divine,
But only one thing....
life,happiness and reasonable content!
It's something am proudly possessing!
Which I have got from actually not mine,
but her own limitless struggles
And so am trying to get her paid.
It doesn't mean that I have not some other
things,I do!
Material and non_material,
I shall try giving all of them to her,
Just like I have always done,
However, there's only one thing...
the "blessings!"
Which only you can provide,
So help me and bless her!
Grant her that prize,
As huge and limitless as possible,
For it's only that which is worth,
And only you can provide,
And with that I shall have made it.
She is a kind of being,
in whose presence,
mankind has value,purpose,
and continuity.
During child making and upbringing,
she is there,a strong pillar!
She might be either their dear mother or
mine, their dear sister or mine,
their dear wife or mine...
either one of those!
Even as of today,
it's self explanatory!
In the kitchen,
she is cooking,
And the smoke chokes her every time she
is doing so.
Both breakfast, lunch and supper are often
a guarantee,because even amidst the fatal
thunderstorms,
she shall make sure that a dish of food
reaches the dinner table.
In the mines, the hospitals, the building
sites, the battlefields and many more,
she's doing her best!
Yet in my traditional community,
such could be fixed only on to men.
So why not deserve such?
"Your dear blessings!"
Am actually wooing one...my own Miss!
For here on Earth,
no man makes it possible,
in absence of one.
©Taremwa
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