A Woman
As I beheld a flower of rare beauty
In the silence choked heart of wilderness
The facsimile of a pretty woman came alive
From the coagulated heap of images
A woman…….!
Isn’t she God’s supreme handiwork?
An animated form of chiseled art
A joy to behold
A figure of curvaceous ups and downs
God’s beautiful calligraphy
Her skin glowing as satin
Hands and fingers of creamy softness
Eyes reflecting love and gentleness
Voice, musical and sweet
Moving with measured cadence
Walking with fluid ease
And one who smoothens the rough edges of life
A loving daughter to her parents
An adorable mate to her man
A forgiving mother to all
The fountain spring of new life
The lovely mother to her children!
A marvel of creation,
A miracle worthy of adulation!
In every drop of adversity,
Glistening like a diamond.
But Alas! A treasure rarely valued.
She is often branded by many
As frail n’ fickle, infirm n’ impish
But how empty is a man’s life
Who hasn’t known a woman,
As a mother, sister or daughter
A lover, a companion or wife!
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2021
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