The Priceless Prize Poem by Zainab Oluwafunbi Daud

The Priceless Prize

Who is my priceless prize?
My one and only precious stone
Whose glitter shows me the path to take,
As I cross the life road.

My companion
With best of ideas.
She is a diamond made from gold.
She is a source of light to the world.

An ornament of humanity.
and a truly special one.
That is ever incomparable.

In my kingdom, she is a queen.
That rule the hearts her king.
So strong and beautiful everyday,
Her smile, a source of others'joy.

Lo! Who's this I'm chanting of?
'The Priceless Prize' of my heart
She's my mother, my source of breathing!


© Zainab Oluwafunbi Daud