“I, Woman” ~A poem by Linda Willows
I, Woman, do not slumber,
ne’r do dream of valleys deep,
Nor Soft caress or tender weep…
This heart alone, it cannot sleep.
Chamber only for the one;
the oft reflections not outdone.
Not by ten thousand nights less sun
Would comfort bind, restore; just one…
I, Woman do bleed and cut,
I feel too much; perhaps it all.
Does this need to be my fall?
Let me sleep, God Grace be kind,
I offer thee this one rewind.
Make me Woman tender, good.
Do let my Heart love as it should.
Grant that I may Feel through Soul,
And take My First, each day, extolled.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Christian Weiss