My mother told me something about a woman; a woman is an envelope, she
collects your pain, tears, your anguish and grief and keeps them that
way, at least
until you ask her to post it.
a woman is a dream. she is what visits you on lonely nights when asleep.
a woman is a fire, she burns every chaff and makes you anew.
a woman is a shoe, she fits the feet intended for perfectly.
18 years have passed, i have only one reply for my mom.
a woman is gold; solid gold.
poem: Edaki Timothy is an undergraduate student of Mass Communication, University of Benin. He is a poet, writer, thriller lover and avid reader.