to be fair
her mother did try to warn
her fiery intractable daughter
she did try to explain
the benefits of fluttering eyelashes
stroking a man's ego
being demure
performing the centuries old dance
that women had to perfect
in order to survive
they can't possibly all be that stupid
the young hot head fired back
the returned exasperated gaze of experience
suggested otherwise
the girl ignored the advice
along with all the other well meaning advice
kept on crashing into walls
doing things her way
incredible adventures
hit and miss
some said she was brave
in reality she was just naive
a lot of her 'friends' said stupid
motivated by envy but never to her face
yes - her life
a trial and error escapade
dire warnings were given
of an unenviable future
without the societal position she was supposed to attain
for her security and happiness
and thus
as she sits pondering the past -
years later
gazing at a huge bunch of white chrysanthemums
mixed with purple orchids
soft lit by the fire on this cold winter's night
willing herself to slide out from underneath her large fur rug
to go make a hot chocolate
she gives thanks
to the Divine presence who never abandoned her
she gives thanks
that she took the path less travelled
that she has the luxury of time to create to think to write
that she survives
that her enemies are pissed off because she does
that she sleeps soundly without pills
that she enjoys good health
that she lives by the sea
that she lives on the plains
that one person cares deeply about her and prays for her
Ad Majoram Deo Gloriam
Midweek Motif - Poets United
