Women

Way back in the sands of time, arrived a little angel, precious as chime.
Flew past months one to nine, now she talks and now she rhymes.

Too soon she grew up, through kinder and through school;  the world watched her turn from playful to cool
Toys and dolls things of her past, the baby blossomed into a woman a little too fast.

Always the apple of her parents’ eye, to them she’s still a baby; her age was just a lie.
She bade goodbye with her angelic smile, off to university with a lot of papers to file.

Cases and hearings kept her hands full; she sought out evidence as much as she could pull.
She always put up a powerful fight, “I rest my case” she says and exits stage right.

Then came the day her father regretted most, she’d found her man; the news came by post.
Intelligent, smart and successful was he; “I’m convinced”, she said “that this is meant to be”.

The flock arrived, around the table they sat; joyful banter followed and night-long chat.
"Greatly must the groom have sinned", they laughed, "there could be no argument that he could ever win".

With mixed emotions of pain and pride, strode down the aisle – the father of the bride.
A piece of him left that day, only to be replaced by a connection; one to stay.

She moved into a new family soon after, welcoming arms and a home filled with laughter.
Numerous roles filled her life; she was a sister, a daughter and a loving wife.

A little princess arrived in May; a new phase began with her career held at bay.
A mother, she now became, to her little baby girl - with rosy cheeks and hair that’d curl.

The circle of life went around once more - school, college, work and marriage - all four.
Her princess now had roles of her own – juggling cooking pots, stethoscopes and her phone.

‘Lady Luck’ or a ‘Woman’s touch’; they are said to change stone to gold
A woman is the one who turns your clay into a meaningful mould.

Mothers, sisters, wives and friends – lets hold our women dear
Make each day count, celebrate “Women’s day” throughout the year.