She is funny
Eccentric
She weaves her colors onto mufflers and patchy woolen blankets
Eccentric
She weaves her colors onto mufflers and patchy woolen blankets
She is strong
Fierce
Hurts may happen, she only looks back with a smile
She is stubborn
Defiant
She reasons deftly yet loves without reason
She is tender
Happy
Like a breeze that soothes your brow on the hottest day
She's a willow
A warrior
A teacher-banker-lawyer-engineer-doctor - everyday she's more
My doe eyed beauty
My wise child
Who smells of cloves and freshly gardened earth, of edward roses and kohl
You seem exhausted
But they’re wrong. You are strong.
Like the sun, too strong for the naked eye to see. But you'll always shine through to the likes of me.
