She who dances with sorrow
with mystery enough to entrance
generations of wandering girls
liberated woman ever vigilant
searching the long shadows
for the slim coil of a snake
bleary eyed creature is she
from never ending tasks
to be the creature to care
care for everything quietly
hoping one day to see it
the forgiveness and respect
she hasn't recieved yet
but those seeds she planted
are only halfway grown now
someday they will be gifted
with the pennance she paid
I love this poem very much. It is eloquent and elegant, with mature and beautiful words. I enjoyed it very, very much, and can see the love put behind it for the person it was written to is strong, and inspires much out of me.
Smiling,
Tullia I remember when you wrote this for me, how sweet you are. Gifts of poetry are like no other especially with such talent behind them. I will always keep this. Hugs my friend~