When I met her for the first time when I was young,
She was a cute little young woman, who cared,
She was a daughter in law of the house that could hold,
A dozen people of all ages, who were too bold,
An obedient wife, who prepared endless meals,
Called everyone with loving names and gestures,
I saw her growing old, frail and bed ridden,
Visited her many times to show the gratitude,
For showering the love of an aunty,
To her loving husband's nephews and nieces,
Where shall we find this kind of love,
Except in the hearts of all loving women,
Who love their husband's family as theirs.
Millions of women all around the world,
Who have worked hard tirelessly,
For the love that they have upon their husbands.
all loving women, Who love their husband's family as theirs. This is where the nail is driven home.
the economic dependance did all the havoc. no more in future.
An excellent poem laying bare the position of kind women in many a family. Each one of us, women can identify with the character.I enjoyed the writing. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An authentic poem about love and compassion of women-universally.