Of Her Glory Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

She laboured and gave birth to her children,
But be satisfied with the breasts of her consolations;
So that you may walk out and be delighted with the abundance of her glory!
But sometimes, i do hope that i could do a lot to all;
Because, i still feel like helping all in this world.

She laboured and gave birth,
But be satisfied with her breasts! !
And like the muse of love in the land of joy;
But closely monitoring the situation is like,
The precautionary measure against the muse of love in this land!
And like the joy of your words at hand.