No matter where on the compass rose you were born, woman, I celebrate you with deep respect, renewed wonder, infinite delight and lasting admiration. Grandmothers, Mothers, Sisters, Wives, Daughters and Granddaughters all. A poem for you all.
Woman of the East
your velvet breasts
draped in silk
Woman of the South
your voice like flowers
bending in a breeze
Woman of the North
your hair threads of honey
dropped from a spoon
Woman of the West
I follow the sunset
into your eyes
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