A Woman Makes The House A Home Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Is home the name of a shining floor,
if so women are the tiles that make it shining.
Is home the name of the protecting walls,
if so mothers, sisters, daughters and grandmothers,
provide the protection that's needed by a house.
Is home the name of a roof,
that burns in the red hot sun,
that's wet in the cold winter rains,
just for a night,
of a soothing moonlight,
when all the pains of her fatigue,
all mental and physical strains,
are washed away in the lovely arms,
when she is kissed by her life partner,
and when,
stars come down in her eyes,
the moon liquefies moonlight,
in the wine of love,
fills her whole and makes her a bottle of ecstasy,
when she forgets all her pains,
and when she is loved by her mate.
And when on the seventh sky,
Eve looks into the eyes of Adam,
smiles and exclaims,
'She was a daughter,
she was a sister,
now she is his wife,
can you read her dreams reflected in my eyes,
she is dreaming to become a mother,
and when she is a mother,
she will not stop dreaming,
she will dream to become a grandmother,
I am proud of my grand grand grand granddaughter.
My daughters make a house a lovely sweet home!