Life....Sweet Fragrance Of A Womans Touch! Poem by shirani ibrahim

The Fragrance of A Womans Way Of Life

Mother/Teacher/Wife/Woman/Daughter
of
All Seasons and Reasons

Let it be Winter Spring, Summer, or Fall
She will nurture each dawning day with quality call
Wearing the fragrance of (Islam) faith trust and love
Lending her breath and time, a gift from heaven above
From dawn to dusk anxiously but gallantly slaves.
With no thought of resign but steadfastly she braves
In the darkest hour that flickers, she is the silver lining.
Weaving velvety, magical words, when hopes are dying.
Painting clear bright colors to richness, a happiness flowers
And meals to taste in the kitchen she devotedly hovers
Her touch, perfected, with an ever glowing radiance,
The beauty of her undying love, she scatters with elegance.
With comforting over worked hands, she cradles all troubles.
Despite the number, even if it scores by the doubles.
Elevates her man and shields him from stormy rough days
Preserving his honor dignity name and fame all the way
Clearing doubts confusion that’s unkindly fed to grow
Preventing displeasure, discomforts that sometimes do flow...
The investment is immense and a herculean task it takes
Dawn to dusk a teacher, wife, a maid, mother, daughter she makes
Long years she strives, straight spoken words, genuinely
Kids cling on to her amazing strength, so confidently
Till the journey sees its end she will not, never retreat
Head held high she will keep a sail in his majestic fleet
Unstained melody, a teacher, wife, mother daughter will always be
Through the ages, till end of time forever will be.
Turning to GOD as part of her perfected unique talent
Winter, Spring Summer or Fall is flawless, with determination spent.


Create Date: Tuesday, April 20,2010