Strong Woman
There’s a Diva a talking, just the other day
On the telly squawking, you know, in that way
Of how she’s so powerful, a siren so strong
She’s such icon, In sight and her song
And I thought good onya, congrats to you
What without her, what would we do?

Then I gots to thinking, about some that I’d known
Of women with grit and strengths fully shown
Ladies that proved, they didn’t need no squawking
They just get on with it, no talking, just walking
No role did they ask, nor limelight they seek
Thrust on them, a job that they keep

Nappies changed and bruises better kissed
Hearts broken and loved ones missed
Strong Woman is there, to tuck us all in
And work with no pay, then forgive us our sin
Her love knows no limit, no bounds
She’ll give us a hug on her way rounds

Strong Woman is there, to lead us and believe us
She’ll box our ears, and then she’ll forgive us
In quiet ways, without any drama or lengthy complaint
Brushes her love like canvas and paint
The doctor, the nurse, the advisor and saint
She’s Strong Woman because she had to, less nobody ain’t

And now, that Diva is leaving, in her limousine long
Rakes in more millions, tough journey, shouted in song
I guess I should be grateful for her and her says
But what about the one, who so guided our ways
The one we take granted, we sometimes forget what she has done
Strong Women, the beautiful ones we call Mum......
......and sister, and daughter, and Aunty, and friend, and wife and lover and workmate, and Granny....

Nice poem .