HER PIETY

She is like the pulpit on which preachers preach
She is like the church’s loyal leach
She is like the the devil’s out of reach
She is the map used to all stubborns teach
But she still lives a spinster at forty two
With prayers numbering in twenty four hours, forty two
…for a husband to love
Is her God not above?

II
She sacrifices cooking to God serve
She forgoes responses to arguments swerve
She lives her life like a footballer on reserve
Hoping someone falls to be replaced
But loneliness on her can always be traced
As she still lives a spinster at forty two
With prayers numbering in twenty four hours, forty two
…for a husband to love
Is her God not above?

III
Why does she live like this?
God, why can’t you her wishes fix?
God why must she live like this?
Are you cooking she and us in a mix?
The pious and the sinful?
Why do you make Satan look so simple?
Please answer her prayers
For a husband to love
If you really are above
For that is her true wish
And will serve her as a fulfilling dish
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 5, 2021