Some women were made to be flowers, others fruits, roots, stems and leaves.
Although most wanted to be flowers, that is not how mother nature painted
its great landscape. As roots, you became the foundation whose grip on the
earth makes the tree strong, as stems, you carry the weight of many, bending
when necessary, as leaves, you catch the tears from the sky and renews life
with its breath, as fruits, you nourish the forgotten, gives strength to the poor,
as flowers, you are made to be adored and admired and your fragrance is felt
in all important occasions..
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Wow, such profound descriptions. Love it lots.
haha! women should put me on a sedan chair and carry me around!
Kris
You always amaze me with your poetry… As a women I am not sure what part I would like to be — although throughout my life I can relate to taking on the different roles as you describe them SO POETICALLY as life called my attention to the need.
I am on your email list and I do read all your poems – your repertoire continues to hold me captive in the most spell bound way.
I will do better at commenting.
joanny
tq joanny. i used to love your postings too and especially those very inspiring artworks..
BLUSH ~ how sweet of you too say…. I will resume blogging,,,
joanny
ya its very inspiring! i love art and will forever be grounded in art. you are a true artist not unless it is all copy and paste which i don’t think it is.
Hey, I’ll take some adoration any day!
Beautiful sentiment.
tq 47!