An Ode to Women

For when I raised my head and prayed to the powers above,
They heard me and sent forth an angel full of compassion, power and love.
I see her in the smile of that little girl who holds the flower,
Her power wields swords in front of which cowards cower.

She's the one that lights up the room when she laughs,
The one who holds me when my world goes dark.
If God is a sculptor, she's the finest creation,
Every form that I've seen her in, evokes within me myriad emotions.

I bow to the goddess in her,
I adore the compassionate caregiver she is.
I love her smile, her curves, her hair
In her embrace, I've known true bliss.

Thousand are the ways in which I seek her,
And more are the forms she meets me in.
And so I bow my head in thanks to the creator,
For he saved me by creating women.

Reviews

[Webster]

Brilliant..absolutely brilliant... those words of empowerment flow like a brisk stream... I feel the inspiration in the writing...
Briliantly penned poem