The Company of Women

Men peak my curiosity,
disturb my virtuosity,
inspire flights of fantasy
and drive me to insanity.
They’re delightful and diverting
and, too often, disconcerting.
They are so many things but then,
while I would never give up men,
the company of women delights me.

I love to hear their laughter ring.
To me their voices seem to sing.
I love the way each new day brings
a plethora of precious things
to share with sisters of the soul.
So many hearts that make a whole.
Though life would be a dull, drab place
without the sight of a male face,
the company of women delights me.

The sorrows that no man can know,
the places they can never go
all bind us closer to each other,
Sister, Daughter, Aunt and Mother.
The burdens carried every day,
the dreams we won’t let die away,
the prayers for those who fill our world.
Matron, woman or little girl,
the company of women delights me.

So often women have no choice,
the world won’t heed a single voice.
but if we all stand and rejoice
perhaps, in some small way the earth
will stop and take note of their worth,
those who gave all life its birth.
The company of Women delights me.