by Vivian Golokumah
There’s a pretty woman somewhere I know,
Before whose eyes greed is transformed into generosity
In her mouth a tongue of soothing comfort
And in her breasts sweet milk of sympathy.
All she could, she gives the needy;
And when she can’t she encourages true
Those in pain she pampers with pity.
Her hands are magic wands of mercy,
Which bitter poison alters to sweet honey,
And resolves wars into painless peace
Ugly Anger! Her smiles change into dainty love.
She is great! That woman I know:
Never frowning – always smiling
She is Kindness who but a few do know.
By Vivian GoloKumah
Dedicated to my mother