Women Are Unique


Here is another story that ripped at my heart because I saw so many words in my own life.

I found this on my Face Book. I can not take any credit for this, I can only share.

“WHY WOMAN CRY”

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,

“God, why do women cry so easily?”

God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the place where love resides.”

eye crying

Coming Into My Own


Looking at my reflection

 

Standing in front of framed glass

 

Running fingers gently over curves

 

Feeling blossoms which

 

Were once only buds

 

Turning in 360

 

As a flowing ballerina

 

Music flowing from the

 

Keys of my own thoughts

 

Slender legs so shapely

 

The eyes see no end

 

I have come into my own

 

Whom once was an ugly duckling

 

Locks of golden curls lying

 

Ever so gently against milky skin

 

Today is my birthday

 

I smile as I lift my dress over my head

 

It falls smoothly filling each bend

 

Satan slippers grace each foot

 

Golden beads hug a touchable neck

 

Matching dangles dripping from each lobe

 

I am no longer a child I say to myself

 

As I look one more time at my

 

Reflection smiling back at me

 

It is time, exactly as planned

 

To enter a new era

 

Walk through new doors

 

Experience my first kiss

 

I must go I hear them

 

Calling out to me

 

As I make my first entrance

 

Shadow of youth following

 

Leaving it at the door

 

As a moth becomes

 

A butterfly

 

So have I now become a woman

 

Terry Shepherd

 

03/06/2013

 

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