Happy Woman

 

I was looking all around 

to find the most apt person,

but wherever I looked, 

she just didn't fit the description.

I looked at my grandma,

immersed in her own thoughts,

swimming through old memories

she was a lost woman.

I looked at my mom,

marching though her own chores

with a stick to prod if need be;

she was a dominant woman.

I looked at my wife,

buzzing through multiple tasks

caring for the family and getting to work

she was a busy woman.

I looked at my daughter

who was looking at my wife with awe

trying to learn balancing work and home,

she was just a budding woman.

I looked at my grand-daughter

always with friends and doted by every one

swinging in the garden with glee

she was way far to yet be a woman

I looked at my sister

far away but thoughts over here

unable to forget her home of birth

she was an emotional woman.

I thought of my colleagues

who had come through my life

all of them appeared preoccupied

they were mostly career women.

March 8, 2021 (Women's Day, but Happy Women?)