Let me be,
As God intended me to be:
Neither a wicked elf,
Nor a fairy godmother,
Never a demon,
Nor an angel,
But a true woman,
Oh! No, not the ‘Phenomenal Woman’
Of Maya Angelou,
Drawing a hive of honey bees round
‘With the span of my hips
Or the stride of my steps’
One with a loving heart,
Calm and caring
Though at times touchy and itchy
A gracious host and a helpful neighbour
Able to stand in my own light
And lessen the darkness of the night
An abiding spouse
In whom my man can see
An ocean of love in my dewy eyes
And feel the steady warmth of my grip
When the seas of life get stormy,
For my children, an adorable mother
In whom they can confide
Their doubt, despair or delight
A counsellor, a friend and guide
With the balm to heal their wounds
Touch and move their spirits
And show them the miracle of love
Piecing together these different roles
Let me, into a close knit texture, weave
The fabric of my life
Like the interlacing threads
Of a great tapestry!
In a way, is not living the art of quilting
Bringing out unique patterns
Of exquisite beauty and delight
From the scraps thrown in our way!
a self-image, dream, aspiration sketched mesmerizingly!
a wonderful write Mam, , , , as we say Thoughts become Things, now that you have already thought about being such a noble and wonderful woman, you are already closer to the target........Wishing you life's best........
ok! i see i already read, or AT LEAST left two comments in 2013; maybe i commented without reading? ? to read again.........now: who needs a hive of honey bees anyway! ? And lessen the darkness of the night .........don't forget to keep the lights on in your bathroom; the bathroom where you take your longggg showers. i sometimes fall asleep (in the tree) waiting for you to step out! ! ! zzzzzzzzz Piecing together these different roles Let me, into a close knit texture, weave The fabric of my life Like the interlacing threads Of a great tapestry! ...................................so POETIC! ! ! if only i could have been one of your scraps! ! ! bri ;) another lovely one, my friend. to MyPoemList
Why at night on a tree Is it not to pry? Then likely to be stung by a bee And when you cry People will see Bri And roast you to fry! (Tit for tat! ...... Thanks for the comment, for reading it all over again and sending it to your poem list!)
I'm sure you've succeeded 'in large part', my dear departed-from-PH friend. bri : ) You are missed. : (
I have read this wonderful poem quite a few times. This time I would focus on your lines, ‘Piecing together these different roles /et me, into a close knit texture, weave/The fabric of my life Like the interlacing threads/Of a great tapestry! I appreciate your humble wish expressed in these lines! A poem to be read time and again dear madam! A great poem!
Receiving few drops of love and peace from ocean of love we are definitely enlightened. God has granted us greatest freedom to feel his creation. God has given us great responsibility. This poem is excellently penned with brilliant theme. Reading this again I feel glad.
If women would adhere to the wonderful roles as embodied in stanzas 2,3 and 4, what a beautiful and peaceful community and family we all have. An insightful and inspiring poem. So beautifully written.
An encompassing write on a true woman. An excellent poem that captures the wonderful attributes of a true woman: as a good citizen of the community, a beloved mother and a great spouse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Really blessed one, with a golden hand to write such a beauty in craft.... I love to be here to read