A Saviour Is A Mother Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

A worrior is a mother,
A saviour is a mother destinied to
Shephard her sheep to the right paths.
She watches from the top to the yonder,
She is never tired nor weak in the look out.
Her smiles glitter and sparkle to the whole
world, she is the stars of the earth with an
unsophisticated smile that roll up the mat
Of suffering from the face of the children
whose heart are troubled.
She might not eat but she will feed the sheep,
She would sit beside the cridle and watch over
The innocent face of those that are helpless.
Mother is greatness, mother is kindness,
Mother is purity, mother is love and faithfulness.
A mother is a warrior, a teacher and mediator!
She searches the blank face of her children,
She amend the broken heart and repair a
Worn out laughter that troubled the soul.
There is no one like mother in all the earth.
When pains and sickness make me cry,
She runs up and down to get me treated,
When the sun bark upon my head in joy
She shield me and protect me beyond measure.
A warrior Is a mother, a fighter is a mother,
Decorated with an armour greater than fear.



(C) Voice Of Vincent