MY WOMAN

MY WOMAN

Grandpa told me many things
A woman is an egg
I should handle her with care
He taught me how to love
And treat mine like a queen
He could always smoke his opium
And ooze a cloud of wisdom
He made it sound like a song
His words ringing like a gong
As he reminded me one thing
Never to make a woman cry
Or be the reason she should wish to die
He showed me how to fish till dark
So that she may never lack

Grandpa warned me
Never to raise my hand at a woman
Or roar at her like a hungry lion in public
Instead I should hit her with fabric
Or pinch her with my soft lips
And drown her in a pool of love
Whenever she wrongs me
But he made me to believe
That women are always women

His words still echo in my mind
I should shelter her in my heart
Keep her warm in my hut
And always protect her like my iris

Grandpa could lower his tone
And whisper to my ear
A man should never fear
I should drown her in the Lake of love
Quench her burning thirst
Soothe her to sleep with a lullaby
And wake up before her and the birds.

©Cliff The Poet🇰🇪