I know a woman...

I know a woman

who walks on tiptoes,

and quietly chases adventure-

along with me

kindness and grace

open to any

idea or question

willing to love,

seek peace,

work for justice.

I know a woman

who’s been by my side

with each passing year-

my defender,

wild and free-

talking so fast

no one can quite keep up;

with her interests so unique

not one human

could ever be-

just like her.

I know a woman

who raised two bold

and brave women;

she is filled to the brim

with grace and peace

so much so

that it easily

overflows

swirling and falling

without question

onto others.

I know a woman

full of sparkle and sass

headband neatly placed

stronger and

much more gorgeous

than she thinks

she is

heart open

and searching

for the greatest

adventure.

I know two women

who remind me of

one another;

fearless mothers

the ones I will call

when it’s my turn,

dark hair falling

in waves

past strong shoulders;

feet pounding pavement

so quickly and loudly

I struggle to keep up;

their brilliance and boldness

shining

in each thing they do.

I know a woman

whose pen is her sword

all the various colors

of pen, she carries;

her handwriting free

and flowing

her thoughts

the most provoking

and enlivening

making me think

making me wonder

making me question

and all at once,

making me certain.

I know a woman

unique in every way-

a whirlwind of color;

one can never predict-

what she will do

next,

yet,

she is usually found

walking slowly and

searching for the next

butterfly.

I know a woman

golden hair

dancing in the sun

praising and

laughing with

each playful step

taking on the next

challenge,

unwilling to give

up.

I know a woman

full of endless energy-

always willing to extend a hand,

the most brilliant eyes

framed by the cutest glasses

full of spark and a dash of whimsy

those exact same eyes

used to stare back at me

from her miniature in class.

I know a woman

organized and planned

down to the neatest

handwriting

one might ever see,

the one I can depend on

to be there-

each and every time

I might need her.

I know a woman

towering above

with loud laughter

and lots of enthusiasm

running

walking

rushing

doing ALL the things

caring for others,

so selflessly.

I know a woman

three matching daughters in tow-

floats as she walks,

noticing and finding curiosities

writing and speaking with power and grace

inspiring in others

the desire to be-

something just a little like her.

I was reflecting recently on the women I know, the friendships I have. Each one is so beautifully unique, bold, and brave. These words came to mind. I am blessed to truly know them. -R