An Ode to "J"

I call her "J" ,
She keeps me gay.
A five foot four inches of energy,
She rivals the bee in dexterity.


An Ivory skin gazelle,
With short croppped hair.
Everywhere,she turns heads,
With the "sure footed" way she treads.


An Enigma to some,a friend of mine.
She helps me stay on a straight line.
She leads me to a solution,
When I fall down in grief to a conclusion.


I ponder and remember,
What happened last december.
I was pregnant with worry,
But she made it not tarry.


I remember that dark night,
The stars refused their light.
"J" was the lone Match,
That shone light on the dark patch.


Oh fair and merry "J"
God bless your everyday.
As long as I breath and live,
My thanks to you I give.

African Woman.

The African Woman,

So graceful and strong.

Always by her man,

In the violent storm.

She toils from morn till twilight,

Always; A smile on her lips.

She shows her children the light,

While balancing them on her hips.

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Thanks to Essence Vibez for their beautiful picture.