Giant
of her Mother, Pride of her father
Heart
of the continent upon which she strides
Her
beauty arouses envy and wonder Gestures of strength she employs to chide
Her
demeanour reflects obstacles Overcome
With
shimmering tears that holds hope untold
Her
sway tells the history of battles won
With
elegance piercing into the future as time unfolds
Her
smile gives rise to the morning sun
And
to the depressed, happiness to behold
Her
companionship brings peace and her presence radiates delight
To
her offspring she instills character and in the works of her hands, dignity
abound
She
feeds her clan with fine harvest and of spring from where the greats have drank
Her
bosom flows of crude and palm Renewing its vitality with the passing time
She
feeds the continent and distance clans
In
return, not a dime
In
her ties lies morality and virtue
Qualities
she has kept pristine
As
received from nature to whom she have been true
Appreciating
with the swing of the pendulum as with wine
For
the wellness of her own, she lived through the risk
Through
out her enterprise she hath remained chaste
Her
heart made not with flesh but kindness
She
commands respect with her ambience
Her
words brings not distress but calmness
Words
of solace she speaks even in silence
Hundred
years of matrimony and fifty five years of Adulthood
Six
children, thirty six grandchildren; evidence of her parenthood
Her
innocence tried and her softness cries
Her
serenity encroached and her peace defiled
Threatened
by divorce from the south and east
Weakened
by annihilation from the north
Taste
of her salty tears caused by the fruit her womb brought forth
Her
smile now ridden with a contour
But
she'll overcome as before, that's sure
Carrying
on strong strong and virile as the days after the war
Obizy…
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