Woman,
Ceaseless tenderness, beauty and grace
Is your name
The chaotic world is held firm and steady
In your affectionate brace
With an everlasting need to love and give
To those around you
You exert yourself each passing day
Thus you die and thus you live
In the face of indifference and hate
Your undiminished fervor
Makes its mark on unheeding souls
Always, perhaps sometimes a little late
In the role of a daughter, wife and mother
Men and children look up to you
For inspiration, devotion and nurturing
For a heart of radiance, as a mankind’s lover
Woman,
Untiring labor, patience and deprivation
Is your name
In this cold world you carry on
The burden of compassionate feminine tradition
Madam Anonymous
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-71/
