A great creation…she’s a God’s gift.
God’s co- creator, she suffers but understand it,
Inside her womb isn’t it amazing?
A big tummy yet beautiful to her husband’s liking.
Nine month’s of child bearing,
A womb slowly growing,
And yet without knowing,
A boy or girl inside her tummy rolling.
What an essence a woman could be?
To bore a child her mission in this world would be.
A God’s partner in this world, who readily,
Submit to God’s will willingly.
A woman who’s beauty is admired,
A loveliness that cannot be denied.
With curves and long flowing hair,
A heart as strong as rock, but frail,
When it comes to her child’s welfare.
Baby says” Mom how can I thank thee?
For the love you gave me.
You gave life to me,
Without you where will I be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem