Woman's Work

Having had mere minutes to skim your sighs, anesthetize the tip of teeming thought ... with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye, we care for you, our frail flowers wrought. The breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy lends at days end, the tender bits of heart as on the keys or sewing seams of joy our fingers never rest from the day's start. Hands in the garden smudged with chlorophyll or wrapped about a naughty childlike pet oft rest behind a trusty Parker’s quill all healing touches given without regret. Small and strong and full of life, they pour. A woman’s hands give much to be adored. *Women inspire me especially my mother.