THE WOMAN I ENVIED

Once in a flowing dress

I walked along the sea in duress

Hoping the breeze would help caress

My soul, and tow the wrecked pain on my mind

Then I saw her;

A woman of women and men

With hair like protective bush

Too beautiful with no room for transparency

A face like God

Looking at it, none gets bored

Its beauty could cut like a sword

In her eyes, waters of love dance

Putting lookers into trance

Making all wish to in it dance

Her ringed neck was adorned with the finest of beads

In her breasts were sewn beautiful promising seeds

Her arms like a welcoming path,

Promised me a bath

No matter my thinking maths.

Her clothes of many living greens;

Some with many healing spleens

And others with many nourishing teens,

Flowed like an unseen garment

Down her flawless adornments

I bet critiques would have no bad judgements.

At a glance

I took a stance

I wanted to be her, down to her little nuances

She was all

Golden mother who would take all fall,

Working father with boiling red blood,

An embodiment of foods ready to feed

And showed all one wished to see with a shinning black star

She trivialised all I was

But I looked at her then

Looked at me

And felt strange

I was in her

That was my mother

Yes, me viewing my great motherland,

A land in Africa shining brighter than usual

A land bridging all hurdles and standing tall,

That was me watching Ghana, my motherland

I can’t be more proud, relieved and safe

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014