She weaves hope into her day,
She sees the hidden ray,
She led me to the shore of redemption,
She aided my mind’s eye to see the distant completion.
She moves the recalcitrant wheels,
Her hands don’t sour meals,
She wakes to the sunrise,
She has built an enterprise.
Her strength is uncommon,
She embraces the morn,
She was wrapped by the night,
She emerged with radiant light.
She paints the day’s portrait,
She’s undeterred by the constraint,
She looks into faith’s mirror,
She sculpts her world with undying fervour.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.