The Virtuous Woman Poem by Patrick Utitufon

She is like a tree planted by the waterside
That yields her fruits in its time and tide
That never ceases to bloom through the climes
And flourishes even in the hardest times

She is not just a hearer of the Word
But daily searches the Scripture—her sword
She is a close companion one ought to have
She strives not to see others starve
She despises not those in lack
Rather cheers to keep on track
A Friend in time of need, she is
A citadel of hope in her time of bliss
For all her services, she demands no reward
Nor before rendition, requires award

She is not the blend that craves materialism
But with peerless zest she seeks good futurism

Being virtuous she stands out among the rest
And like the falcon nurtures her little ones with the best
She never slanders rather offers good counsel
To neighbours and scorners who want to libel
Her voice sedates melancholy
Her gossips bring joy and harmony
Her roof is a haven for the homeless and for the needy
A fortress for the haunted and the weary

She is prayerful, resourceful and kind
When she gives all who watch wonder whether she is blind!
She is the joy of her household
An epitome of virtue in her neighbourhood

She is the news and desire of her spouse
And with contentment she commands her house
Never do her sons hunger
Nor would her daughters wander

She likes industry and distastes negligence
Indispensable and exalted for her diligence
She looks forward and never backward
“DILIGENCE AND SUBMISSION” her watchwords

She is like a star shining in the sky
The only one seen by every eye
Because she leads a life of austerity
She is known for sincerity
For she courts modesty
And clothes herself with decency

She is, you may say, simply active
Amiable and proactive

If she possesses all that life wants with us
What more should I say than end my verse?