A Poem For Our Better Half Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

Today is a rare occasion once again
The eighth of March, for a lady to win.
She be generously rewarded by all dear,
Catered and spoiled by relatives so tender.

Baby girls have been treasured baby flowers,
The apple of eye by folks at all connected.
Young ladies are precious pearls newly veiled,
Pursued and adored by varied admirers.

And for ladies middle-aged and the aged,
They also get gifts worthy for their souls:
Shining in the hearts of their loved ones,
Even more treasured by dear ones like gold.

So, as a lady I feel less and less regret,
Lucky more than ever, praised and protected.
The "fairer and weaker sex" surely regarded,
Yet so well we survive this competitive world.

What have we done, to deserve so much love?
On this special day I venture to make a request.
How can we be able to feel so complete?
Without gentleman guardians, as partners?

March 7th,2009.