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Omana Kidash | Poems about Mothers | ModernGhanaPoetry.com

Nothing like the Woman

God blessed the woman 
Before He put her on the map. 
She was already made 
Before Adam took the nap. 
I have been around the world 
But there is nothing more 
On the harps than the woman 
Who is the best of all 
There are the beautiful 
Feathered birds of the field 
There are the heavenly flowers 
All around us 
The beautiful fishes in the magic sea 
The charming waterfalls 
The fountains and springs 
The bright stars during the day 
The twinkling stars at night 
But all in all 
The woman is the best. 
There is nothing like the woman. 
If you want to see God's signature, 
Look at the shape of the woman. 
There is nothing like the woman 
In all of creation. 
The woman is the best of all the rest. 
There is, nothing, like the woman

 

 

I See Women as Angels

Right from the day I was put to bed, 
I saw a very beautiful woman putting 
My head to rest. 
Do not go too far: 
That was my wonderful mama. 
Today I am on my own 
Dreaming from my home 
I've got another angel: 
She is Adwapa Special. 
Every time I lie on my back, 
I see them in their wings 
Descending on me to make me sleep well. 
Each time you see me in my semi casket, 
Do not think me any close; 
I am in Shangri-la watching them bright 
My world with the greatest delight 
But in my waking life, 
They are brighter than the sun. 
What more could God have done for man? 
I see women as angels.

 

The Soles of Her Diamond Feet

She first folded her throne 
And sat in the hot sands. 
She accepted the position 
Of fallen dried leaves 
And hid her true self in the mud. 
When the plants of her powerful 
Creativity were denied water 
And left to die, 
She swallowed saliva to mute her voice. 
She laboured without rest to speed the sun 
And yet her only remembrance came 
When the bed was laid and needed to warm.

But now 
She has sworn her oath 
And dusted her throne for monolithic restoration: 
She moves the crowd with works of art, 
Shouts 'EUREKA' with Archimedes, 
Partners Djata to build empires 
And connects the world with just a click. 
Now wherever she walks on the streets, 
The soles of her diamond feet 
Leave eternal prints.

There She Goes

There she goes; 
She is a woman 
The helper and completer 
Do not watch her curves 
And lick your lips 
She is something more than that.

There she goes; 
She is a woman 
The thinker and finisher 
Do not think of beds 
And shower her with gifts 
She is something more than that.

There she goes; 
She is a woman 
The maker and creator 
Do not count your kids 
And make her a cage at home 
She is something more than that.

There she goes; 
She is a woman 
The leader and builder 
Do not break her nose 
And think her too weak to shout 
She is something more than that. 
There she goes; 
She is a woman 
A perfectly designed complex 
Do not stain her walls 
And think all painters male 
She is something more than that.

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