woman

the task is not always easy the responsibility a woman feels to virtually everything even everyone to never disappoint to fit into someone else's life to create a better life, home, meal. it is so amazing how this comes so naturally to the better of us. to make it feel better to feel the pain of a person that has no blood or other relations to you. the instinct grows with age and brings upon a woman such an overwhelming feeling of empathy to those in difficult situations, pride to those who find themselves victorious and adoration and love to anyone who even shows a hint of the same to them. like the tiny dog you find at your door step weepy and perhaps even hurt bring it in give it something to drink to eat and wash it, give it company and make it your own. like the way when a baby cries in the next room instead of absolute anger a woman feels her heart fill with pain at the idea of hunger or pain or discomfort a crying baby might be feeling all these feelings well up and make her somehow, stronger.

the way she looks at baby clothes in a shop and want one, not because needs to be populated but because for some reason a woman wants always one more person to take care of. she sees her achievements in so many different areas in life, her daughter's poise and intelligence she credits this to her touch,care late nights back pains and even labour pains she is proud because she laboured for her now successful daughter to be what she is. she is amazed that when she loved her son she left him for someone else to bear the beauty of him growing into a boy then a man perhaps even a father. she tried to forget him but she knows even far away as she might be, he is still a part of her. she parts with a part of her because she would like to think that it would be better of she hopes her own sufferings will stay with her and keep away from her child. her choice might seem wrong and selfish but a woman never thinks solely of herself not even when things to on-lookers seem so clear her underlying thoughts and visions and considerations are about other people.

but when she loves a man, a woman finds no fault in him, makes him a baby and a lover all at once, she kisses his face while she sleeps she adores the lines on his face and makes them a map of their history together she loves him more as they grow and always wants him about. she loves the way he brings flowers on her birthday, the same bouquet over and over again but she appreciates that he didn't forget. she is amazed at his strength when he picks her up and gives her a soft kiss, his poise when there is an accident and he saves lives screws on his head and puts away emotions. he is her gentle rock, her refuge and basically where she lies and is comforted by the familiar smell of him, his familiarity is her own home. a woman take a moment to love her she will love you right back you'll see.