Mystique

Many of my friends are sharing their thoughts on the Beauty of a Woman this week, thanks to August McLaughlin and her Third Annual Beauty Of A Woman Blogfest, and it’s been a wonderful adventure to read. The first part, celebrating feminine sexuality, started on Monday.

Click HERE to check out the #GirlBoner (feminine sexuality) edition participants

The second part, celebrating the overall beauty of a woman, starts today…

Click HERE to check out the many fantastic posts.

There are prizes for participating via visiting, liking, and commenting the various blogs who are sharing, by the way, so really, check them out. You won’t be sorry.

I felt a need to join in their celebration, so I’m re-sharing a poem I wrote for International Womens Day last year.

Mystique

“The Weaker Sex”
is what we’re called.
Generations
of velvet encased
iron core,
who have held
and nurtured
in body and heart-
souls,
Sons who become fathers,
Daughters to
mothers.
We’ve stood firm,
guardians of the castle
charged with
sacred duty
to mold,
guide and nurture,
teach and love.
Dry tears,
kiss away wounds
spiritual and physical.
Healing powers-
steeped in
understanding,
forgiveness and patience.
We hold on if we can,
let go when we must.
Kindness, empathy
and knowledge.

Strength is required
to be
“The softer side.”