The Woman
written by: Thompson Emate
@ThompsonEmate
The name of every woman is a bell that chimes in every home,
The name of every woman is the orderliness that spreads its limbs in every home,
Her name echoes in every room,
She sees the phantom in every room.
The hand of every woman is the strength of her child,
The hand of every woman is the prop of her child,
She leads her child to the tranquil fountain,
She chases away the dark clouds.
The feet of every woman are her child’s guide,
The feet of every woman is a lamp that lights the deep,
She journeys with her child to the land of redemption,
She sees the troubles that hide in the night.
The wrath of every woman is the chaos on the table,
The wrath of every woman is the darkness that creeps into the day,
Tempest is the gift that she gives,
Fury rises from her chamber.
