Woman

With hips like a rose,

She gives life to the earth.

When she opens her lips,

Seven rivers emerge

And they roar like a chorus

Of angels whose wings

Beat in time to the tune

Of the song that she sings

To the babe in her arms

As she learns how to dream.

Her soul is a lean-to

With stars peeking in 

Through the slats in the roof

She’s been meaning to mend

But her tasks are forgotten

With each little cry. 

So they breathe in the starlight

And sleep through the night.