Widow Poem by Kassem Oude

How hard to become a widow
Now I see the mass of the man
Without him time's long and slow
No bout of joy I expect or fun

Neighbors and friends open eyes
To unveil my minute details
They reduce my trust and allies
That chokes and makes me frail

I toil outdoors and fulfill chores
To maintain kids out of dearth
Esteem myself abide with lore
Am committed down to earth

To perch next to man shadow
Is better than inside mansion
He would please and endow
We'd fix effect of fate tension

Till then I watch duty, my worth
The world is filled of mad wolves
They believe widow a weak goat
We must be bold unlike dwarves

Life's pride and high risen head
Woman shan't stumble into slime
Nor gather crumbs of old bread
But considerable man sublime.

Tuesday November 11,2014