Woman
“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand That Rules the World”
by William Ross Wallace
Oh! Woman
Aren’t you 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
You are love incarnate
Your eyes reflecting warmth and gentleness
Smoothening the rough edges of life
A loving daughter to your parents
An adorable mate to your man
A forgiving mother to all
The procreating womb of mankind
The forger of destiny
One who turns barren terrains,
Into blooming verdant meadows
The fountain spring of life
In every drop of adversity,
Glistening like a diamond
With a divine spark that lies dormant
In broad daylight, but beams and blazes
In the dark hours of adversity
Though you are fickle and frail in many eyes
You’re strong enough to withstand all the shocks
And delicate enough to bend and bow
Sweet enough to draw everyone to your charm
Tough enough to bear extra burden
You have a heart very deep
To hold gallons of liquid love
And a mind patient enough
To forbear all rebukes
You are blessed with a temperament
Willing to forgive and forget
You are warm enough
To kiss away all tears
You bear the seeds of progeny
You are the powerhouse of strength and healer of woes
With the magic talisman to cure the bleeding hearts
You are the great MOTHER to all
Sister, friend, mate and guide- all rolled into one
April.3.2022
~ Placed First~
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