My Pastor's Wife Poem by Osazee Dankaro

She's only on 30, but we all call her "Mommy"
Even those of us twice her age
She was not ordained, to be a Mother, like the Catholics do their priests,
She has her own qualifications that has made her ‘Our Mother',
For in singing in the choir, she caught the eye of our "Daddy"
And when he made her his wife, she became our "Mommy"

My Pastor's wife is a beautiful woman
I feel proud when I see the way she dresses: expensive and sophisticated,
I am happy to see her on TV with the Governor's wife empowering women
When once, the great duplex we built for them was pointed out to me
A big white structure with stone coated roof, parapets and glass everywhere
I felt such happiness, that it seemed my heart will burst.
I tried to count the cars inside the compound, a number of them covered with tarpaulin
But the barking of dogs distracted me, and we had to move quickly past the building
Particularly as we espied the Muslim gateman poking his head out
I felt such a strong connection to the house, after all my Pastor's house is my house
And I felt such contentment, knowing that one of those cars in the compound
Was that which we bought for "Mommy's" last birthday:
My levy of three months' pay was not in vain.

One day, she told us that they still live in hotels in Abuja
And that she knows her husband will never come out to say it
But the truth is that they need a house in Abuja for ministration
I felt so sad that day, that our beautiful, godly "Mommy" still stay in hotels
So I took a loan to make my apportionment for the house we bought in Abuja
It makes me happy now to know that our "Daddy" and "Mummy"
Will be comfortable when they travel.

My Pastor's wife is a godly woman.
When she prays, I feel the heavens open and the prayers seep in
And when she sings, I always cry, her voice the sweetest sound ever
I know God loves her, we all do
When my Father died, she sent one of her personal assistants to represent her
A young man of God, and even though he stayed only a few minutes, and refused to eat
I was extremely proud of his presence,
And of the fact that my "Mommy" remembered me in my hour of need
I pray for her daily, our "Mommy", I pray for her children too
That even as they go about in that dangerous USA, that God will continually protect them.
God helping us, we will buy them a house there soon,
So that our "Mommy" can visit her children with ease.

Everything our "Mommy" and "Daddy" told us is the truth,
As every day, I feel God's blessings and increment in my life
Even though I live in a rented apartment, have not been promoted for six years, And have no car,
I feel so blessed when I see my Pastor's wife
And I know that God will continue to favor me for taking care of our "Mommy".

Dankaro Osazee
26/09/2016
In response to a poem posted on www.poemhunter.com by Gloria Ochonogor "Happy Birthday to My Pastor's Wife"