A WOMAN

A woman is strength of life,
Not just the rib,
She is the back-bone,
She is strength,
Still, so delicate,

A woman holds the smile of life,
She holds things together,
Can console in distress,
And congratulate in success,
To all she is the mother,

A woman is made of virtues of life,
She bears with love,
Her tenderness is nourishing,
Care and understanding, Assuring,

A woman is favourite baby of life,
She needs attention,
She needs to be adored,
She needs to be noticed,
She needs to be happy,

Her tears are salty torrents,
Of pains and ills towards her,
For her children
For her country,
For her land,
For life itself that she is,
A life she wish to change,
To wake up on a new page,
And find gone the rage,
From joy and pains range,

A woman is strength of life
A woman holds the smile of life
A woman is made of virtues of life
A woman is favourite baby of life.