Wednesday, 24 October 2012

In her shoes..

In Her Shoes
By:Candy Morrow

 If you would walk a mile in her shoes
 I wonder if you would see her through new, wisened eyes.
 Would you come to respect how she smiles and runs around while her worn feet are hurting?
 The strength she pours into her duties, labouring day in and day out
 only to be sneered upon by her male counterparts.
 Would you respect her bravery, the grace she exudes as a mother,
 tirelessly falling and getting up and soothing her scars with a song of courage,
 hope and praise while walking stoutly on.
 Would you understand the unspoken pacts of sisterhood engraved deep in every woman’s heart?
 How she clothes her sister’s shame in a loving word of prayer.
 Would you then know the tears she sheds for you?
 love freely given seeking nothing in return… 
Would you see that all her searching eyes seek is a kind,
 reassuring word from the innermost rooms of your heart 
and hers is set alight with satisfaction and joy….
 Would you learn how to give more of yourself than she cares to keep?
 Would you heed her warnings, listen when she speaks?
 Would you embrace her in her fullness,
 will you know when it is time?

 I pray you walk a mile in that woman’s shoes and know her true worth..

Little City- A sonnet


Little city that shadows me 
Trailing tirelessly across the land 
Futility reigns in your wake don't you see? 
Your theatrical tenacity threatning to disband? 

I cannot consider you friend nor adversary 
With your abridged version of love in tow 
A pawned aegis with your mind you marry 
I pray you, wait till the tempest tries you in the morrow 

My pugnacious heart is your unsolicited barrister 
But I will not humour this futile debate 
Veiled in borrowed valour your eyes deeply sinister 
Your barrister quails at your sight for it cannot relate 

Little ill-intentioned city that is called a friend 
Beleaguered your city has come to an end

Candy Morrow