THE FEMALE

There she stands in her wonderment. The female.

Hands on hips, in her pockets, fingering beads, anything to keep her digits busy. No idle hands has she.

But what of her mind?

She thinks the female thought that never a man shall ever know. She births the all of humanity, no vestige of vanity, letting the birthings know of her unselfish care, kissing the cheeks of little ones who kiss her back in their naive infancy, unknowingly preparing themselves for later lives no matter what they'll see on sometimes straight or twisted roads to their eternity.

So lives, so loves this female with her fill of girth, to grow a nation to be her attestation to her divine creation on this earth.