I Hail Thee! Woman Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Player one, two, three
I hail thee! Woman

Each day it is an awesome task
To cover her face with a mask

A different one she wears each day
A mask of beauty beneath a mask of love
A mask of pain embroided by sorrow
Lifes of loved ones lost
She would gladly like to re-borrow

She is the perfect player
She is the perfect mother
She is the perfect daughter
She is the perfect lover

Player one, two, three
I hail thee! Woman

There she wears her mask again
A mask of conniving sharpness and evil
And a parting deal with the devil
A mask of infinite ideas
And one of fictional loving care

Player one, two, three
I hail thee! Woman

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi