She – Poem

A gift to us
Sprog by our heart endorse
Laid in the warmth arms of days
Lit for the dark raceShe
Kindled in the midst of four bones
Her lips of proverbs preach
To Take youths beyond the slothful zone

She
Grew through the thick
Loved through the thin
Tho’ sometimes sick
But not under the spell of sin

Everyday felt like yesterday
till she turned to have men her way
those who held her as a baby
were yet to agree she was a lady

But this day….and it came
Never one that had been
Something was to be done to her name
down d aisle with the man she has seen

Tears flowed the lid
Joy was the reason
The one we called ‘kid’
Will soon be having her periods missing