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 And walking with fluid ease One who smooths the rough edges of life But Alas! A treasure rarely valued. 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! Though she is branded by many As frail or fickle, infirm or impish How empty is a man’s life Who hasn’t known a woman, Either as a mother, sister or daughter Or a lover, companion or wife This marvel of creation, This miracle worthy of adulation!