There is a poem in the pick-up line
The waiting hours of each day
A poem in the pick-up line
As I bring my children back home to stay
There is a poem within the daily routine
In the mundane the world disdains
A poem in the daily routine
Where the extraordinary hides in spills and stains
There is a poem in the quiet mother
Who never burned her bra
A poem inside the bookworm mother
Whose rebellion is a laughingstock
There is a poem in our unity
A power in women’s voices raised as one
A poem in female unity
And how I long to see that day come
Woman is a poem
Rhymed or slanted, structured or free
Each woman is a beautiful poem
And her choice dictates who she will be
We are stronger together than we will ever be while we are at odds, my friends.
Blessings to you all…
Caroline: This is graceful and grace-filled; as a divorced woman whose children have long grown, “pick up line” meant something altogether different to me in a feminist context. Of course by the end of the verse, I figured it out. 😉
I thought of that during the writing (oh, how the pick up lines have changed, haha) but opted to leave it that way. 🙂 Thank you for reading, and for the compliment, Paula!