Woman - A Candle Of Procreation - Dedicated To International Women's Day. Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Who has asked men to stir the ladle
who has asked men to nestle babies
who has asked men to sew clothes
or to go and teach the school children?
these are works that women do with ease
as they were born to be mothers
out of their wombs are born generations;
men are just like those hovering bees
pollinating, blooming, blossoming
the flower called woman with power,
that power is to create his offspring
and as she gives birth she writhes,
the pain is unto both the child and mother;
yet both forget of it in just a while
as she places him into her bosom,
the little child grows to be a man;
but only out of a power called woman
life moves on, disperses yet appears
as new mothers play their role and give birth;
women always full of care and compassion
and though not for men they would cease
yet endless is the wick of the candle called woman
that keeps burning, glowing, procreating generations
one of that candle is your mother and one is mine.