The melancholy melodies
come drifting on the evening breeze
and she finds herself in rhythm, keeping time.
Her senses play a mellow beat,
the silent taps of her bare feet,
as she tries to gather up the day in rhyme.
The harmonies strike up the room,
the wireless plays a Western tune,
she dances a little country on the boards.
She tries her best to sing along
to that old-timey mountain song,
to humming some when she can’t recall the words.
How she loves all the simple things,
bread and wine, what the mailman brings,
the aromas of a summer’s afternoon.
She moves the way the barley sways
when mowing into harvest days
and her evenings find her waiting for the moon.
She’s a comfort to the souls in grief,
beware her wrath when comes a thief,
comes a beggar and she’ll open wide her door.
A charming maid when greeting you,
will seek you out with much ado,
and to those who know, a scholar and much more.
She’s known to make the daisies grow;
her warmth can melt the winter snow,
she’s the lantern in the dark when you’re alone,
the hope when you’re in hopelessness,
a path out of the wilderness,
when forsaken, she’s the one who’ll take you home.
She’s the blushing Señorita;
she’s the Santa in Maria,
she’s the smiling Mona Lisa to us all.
The patron saint of all things fair,
the fearless flame in dark despair,
she’s the one who’ll hear your voices when you call.
As a sister, as a daughter,
as a mother, she’s your author,
she’s the passion in the verses of your song.
She’s a poetess, she’s a lady,
she’s the femme fatale, she’s crazy,
she’s the milk and she’s the honey that you long.
The one who holds the reins of life,
the nurtured touch through fear and strife,
she’s your confidante, your lover and your friend.
The cradled child, the loving hand,
the womb of life in her command,
she’s a million poems a thousand poets have penned.
An empty room when she’s not there,
a failing soul without her care,
the embracing Magdalena when you fall.
Lay praise on her eternal strength,
she’s heaven bound, from heaven sent
for forever she shall be in ever all.
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Tony Grannell (
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Another fave my friend a touching poem for any man that has had a close relationship with a woman be it mother, sister, lover or wife. You have captured the better essence of the gender. Another fave for sure
Hii Tony so nice to meet you on this site too, this poem is surely a masterpiece tribute, some lines so relatable, all expressed so artfully wow the lucky lady that inspired you so fabulously! Kudos!!
Captured for all to see, all the wonderful qualities a woman can bring to a relationship, beautifully expressed and very relatable to many, enjoyed the read
This is gorgeous, timeless work. It reads like a ballad passed down through generations…full of reverence, detail, and quiet power. “She’s a million poems a thousand poets have penned”...what a line. Wow. That alone is its own tribute. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹👏 I am deeply moved by this and, as I have said before, you are quite the master poet. Forever in awe.
Nicely written. Your poem celebrates the multifaceted nature of womanhood, portraying women as nurturing figures, sources of comfort and strength, and embodiments of various positive qualities. It emphasizes their roles in society and their intrinsic value throughout different aspects of life.
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